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J-Minu$ - Whole City Lit! (feat. Joey Jumpman) Lyrics



J-Minu$ - Whole City Lit! (feat. Joey Jumpman) Lyrics




Pump, pump it up
Pump, pump it up
Pump, pump it up
We got the whole squad here, so we pump it up
Pump, pump it up
Pump, pump it up
We got the Whole City Lit, so we pump it up
Pump, pump it up
Pump, pump it up
We got the Whole City Lit, so we pump it up
Pump, pump it up
Pump, pump it up, yeah

Pump it up
I got your girl with me, so I pump it up
All night, here we go
Get your camera, let it roll
Till we can't go no more
Yeah I'll take it slow
Make you say whoa
Keep it on the down low
Yeah you wouldn't know
What I do
What I do
On my own time
Hit the gym
Nothing new
Making silent moves
With your girl
On the down low
Watch me grow
Watch me blow up
Right in your face
Watch u get replaced
No this ain't no race
Just watch your girl
Just in case
Yeah I'm on a chase
But i keep my space
Bunch of Fake Love
Straight to my face
Straight to my face
Nothing new
So I turn away
Thank God for the day, yeah

Run, run it up
Run, run it up
Run, run it up
We got the Whole City Lit so I run it up
Run, run it up
Run, Run it up
I got the money on my mind so I run it up
Run, run it up
Run, run it up
These niggas getting mad so I run it up
Run, run it up
Run, run it up

Oh Gucci, then it's over
Once I see it, then it's over
Bend em over, then you leave 'em
I don't really want to say them
Talking cash? what's the interest?
Talking water? wash the dishes
I want money, f*ck the bitches
Don't got time for none these bitches
I want Louis, I want Foreign, I want Rari
I want Lauren
I talk Gucci, I talk Foreign, want Designer on my flooring
Under go suicide tinted glass, how I ride
Bad bitch from Dubai
Picked her up, ride or die
I'm talking sauce from head to toes
I'm like a baller with the lows
I've copped 11's, copped the Yeezy & the bitches already know
I rock louder cause the Guala
And you know I want the Prada
Need them longer
Need the stretcher
Cause you know I'm getting taller
Yuh

Run, run it up
Run, run it up
Run, run it up
We got the Whole City Lit so I run it up
Run, run it up
Run, run it up
I got the money on my mind so I run it up
We got the Whole City Lit so we pump it up
Pump, pump it up
Pump, pump it up
We got the Whole City Lit so we pump it up
Pump, pump it up
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Pump, pump it up
Pump, pump it up
Pump, pump it up
We got the whole squad here, so we pump it up
Pump, pump it up
Pump, pump it up
We got the Whole City Lit, so we pump it up
Pump, pump it up
Pump, pump it up
We got the Whole City Lit, so we pump it up
Pump, pump it up
Pump, pump it up, yeah

Pump it up
I got your girl with me, so I pump it up
All night, here we go
Get your camera, let it roll
Till we can't go no more
Yeah I'll take it slow
Make you say whoa
Keep it on the down low
Yeah you wouldn't know
What I do
What I do
On my own time
Hit the gym
Nothing new
Making silent moves
With your girl
On the down low
Watch me grow
Watch me blow up
Right in your face
Watch u get replaced
No this ain't no race
Just watch your girl
Just in case
Yeah I'm on a chase
But i keep my space
Bunch of Fake Love
Straight to my face
Straight to my face
Nothing new
So I turn away
Thank God for the day, yeah

Run, run it up
Run, run it up
Run, run it up
We got the Whole City Lit so I run it up
Run, run it up
Run, Run it up
I got the money on my mind so I run it up
Run, run it up
Run, run it up
These niggas getting mad so I run it up
Run, run it up
Run, run it up

Oh Gucci, then it's over
Once I see it, then it's over
Bend em over, then you leave 'em
I don't really want to say them
Talking cash? what's the interest?
Talking water? wash the dishes
I want money, f*ck the bitches
Don't got time for none these bitches
I want Louis, I want Foreign, I want Rari
I want Lauren
I talk Gucci, I talk Foreign, want Designer on my flooring
Under go suicide tinted glass, how I ride
Bad bitch from Dubai
Picked her up, ride or die
I'm talking sauce from head to toes
I'm like a baller with the lows
I've copped 11's, copped the Yeezy & the bitches already know
I rock louder cause the Guala
And you know I want the Prada
Need them longer
Need the stretcher
Cause you know I'm getting taller
Yuh

Run, run it up
Run, run it up
Run, run it up
We got the Whole City Lit so I run it up
Run, run it up
Run, run it up
I got the money on my mind so I run it up
We got the Whole City Lit so we pump it up
Pump, pump it up
Pump, pump it up
We got the Whole City Lit so we pump it up
Pump, pump it up
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Writer: Joey Colin, Jose Colin, Justin Jimenez
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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