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jumpin' for somethin' - james roan lyrics

intro

yo it’s the calm before the storm
yo uh uh uh uh let’s go
yo yo uh uh uh uh let’s go

hook

yo we got these motherf*ckers here jumpin’ for somethin’
got these motherf*ckerts here jumpin’ for somethin’
got these motherf*ckerts here jumpin’ for somethin’
got these motherf*ckerts here jumpin’ for
yo we got these motherf*ckers here jumpin’ for somethin’
got thеse motherf*ckerts hеre jumpin’ for somethin’
got these motherf*ckerts here jumpin’ for somethin’
got these motherf*ckerts here jumpin’ for somethin’

verse 1

yo reached out to my homeboy ominous
i’m promising we here to bring dominance
astonishing your mind still pondering
you couldn’t f*ck with me that’s just common sense huh
we here to take all the titles
we evolving keep solving begone to rivals huh
eradicate all just like you a new call
until the money be tall as effiels
yo ain’t here to waste dumb time
a mercenary merchant heavy on the front lines building
while you doing coke lines, we steady taking aim it’s just our kind of healing
a real spitter your spill is up
too much for you n*gga couldn’t deal with us
drama free, why you wanna squeal and fuss
f*ck with a lyricist and will get crushed d*mn

hook

yo we got these motherf*ckers here jumpin’ for somethin’
got these motherf*ckerts here jumpin’ for somethin’
got these motherf*ckerts here jumpin’ for somethin’
got these motherf*ckerts here jumpin’ for
yo we got these motherf*ckers here jumpin’ for somethin’
got these motherf*ckerts here jumpin’ for somethin’
got these motherf*ckerts here jumpin’ for somethin’
got these motherf*ckerts here jumpin’ for somethin’

verse 2

jumpin’ for somethin’
i been getting to the f*ckin money
thumbing through the hunnids
ar make em flip like a onion
i’m comin for the title all these rappers i’ma hunt em
gut em er got to rush them
quit all the fronting
i can tell a p*ssy when a p*ssy start bluffing
i’ma bring the smoke to your mouth like you puffin
skull crushing, clip busting no discussion
got that ak*47 like i’m russian
i’ma let the bullets fly till there’s nothing
hotter than your mama’s pie in the oven
when they see me with that fire boy you running
posted with my goons and u know they gunning
got too many poles i ain’t even plumbing
with the sticks and rounds like i’m high school drumming

- james roan lyrics

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