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Chief Keef - Get It Jumping Lyrics

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Chief Keef - Get It Jumping Lyrics




Sosa
O'Block, yeah, yeah
Bang, bang, bang bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang bang
Sosa, O'Block
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang bang

Let's get this shit jumping
Get these hoes bussin'
Niggas sneak dissin'
Well they ain't sayin' nothin'
Them bullets get the touchin'
Them veins get the bussin'
'Cause bullets come a dozen
Then they burn like the oven
I'm a sick mothaf*cka'
Loud be my robatussin'
And I can't keep count of these bitches I be f*ckin'
I'll shoot a nigga down
Bitch, I'm kinda off
I grew up in this shit goin' by what I saw
Alotta real niggas, they was gettin' money
So now I'm on the block, nigga, rain, sleet, or sunny
OTF run it, I f*cks wit' Young Money
I make one phone call, yeah, Cortez he comin'
Wit' the Young Money, Kush stankin' like onions
Edai, you been my nigga, introduced me to 600
D-Rose, what up? You scoring shit out here
Keep ya head up out here, every year is our year

Yeah, Sosa
I mean, kinda f*cked up
Niggas ain't f*ckin' with me, man
You don't want me to come through and make the scene very scary, baby
Free my nigga Juice
Free my nigga Top
Free all the guys, man
All my L's niggas
All my Wiic City O'Block niggas, man
All my Frontstreet, Glory Boyz, man, ya know
OTF, bitch
All my Young Money niggas, man, all my 300 savages, man
Bang, bang, bang, bang bang
OTF, what it do
Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow
Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow
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Sosa
O'Block, yeah, yeah
Bang, bang, bang bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang bang
Sosa, O'Block
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang bang

Let's get this shit jumping
Get these hoes bussin'
Niggas sneak dissin'
Well they ain't sayin' nothin'
Them bullets get the touchin'
Them veins get the bussin'
'Cause bullets come a dozen
Then they burn like the oven
I'm a sick mothaf*cka'
Loud be my robatussin'
And I can't keep count of these bitches I be f*ckin'
I'll shoot a nigga down
Bitch, I'm kinda off
I grew up in this shit goin' by what I saw
Alotta real niggas, they was gettin' money
So now I'm on the block, nigga, rain, sleet, or sunny
OTF run it, I f*cks wit' Young Money
I make one phone call, yeah, Cortez he comin'
Wit' the Young Money, Kush stankin' like onions
Edai, you been my nigga, introduced me to 600
D-Rose, what up? You scoring shit out here
Keep ya head up out here, every year is our year

Yeah, Sosa
I mean, kinda f*cked up
Niggas ain't f*ckin' with me, man
You don't want me to come through and make the scene very scary, baby
Free my nigga Juice
Free my nigga Top
Free all the guys, man
All my L's niggas
All my Wiic City O'Block niggas, man
All my Frontstreet, Glory Boyz, man, ya know
OTF, bitch
All my Young Money niggas, man, all my 300 savages, man
Bang, bang, bang, bang bang
OTF, what it do
Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow
Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow
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Writer: Keith Cozart, Ken Shibuya
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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