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jumanji - mace supreme & yn jay lyrics

[intro: mace supreme]
e*e*e*energy made this one!
woah, woah
yeah, do the dance in this b*tch, uh
i’m gonna do the dance in this b*tch, uh

[verse 1: mace supreme]
walked in with a magic glove, feel like mike jackson
ballin’ like i’m going to the league, b*tch, i got drafted
pour another four in the cup, might just start spazzin’
ridin’ and i’m going top speed, might just start crashin’
said she want a birkin for a purse, guess she high fashion
i just spent two*hundred on a porsche, i can’t stop cappin’
all these n*ggas beggin’ for a verse, n*gga, stop askin’
pull up on your block with that heat, might just start action
i’m a skinny n*gga, pockets fat like it’s rasputia
all these n*ggas wanna be my clone like a jet trooper
freaky littlе b*tch play with b*lls like a pet cougar
pin her to thе ground down the count, call me lex luger
heard she out there begging for a ride, call the next uber
i just copped some ice from johnny dang, that’s my neck jeweler
movie b*tch hit me with the, “uh”, that’s a set blooper
guess that i’m the man of her dreams, call me fred krueger
ummm, i need a thick b*tch
n*gga said he bought a rollie, n*gga, that’s a fitbit
i just took a n*gga b*tch, sorry if i hit it
now i’m chillin’ at his wifey crib, pay me for a visit
yeah i admit it, i didn’t finish
beat it like i’m michael, yeah, i hit it and i split it
i can’t never keep a b*tch, can’t never stay committed
i just get the baddest b*tch and hit it say i did it
[verse 2: yn jay]
hahaha alright
i just want the baddest b*tch on my team
i be mad as f*ck when i’m ot without no lean
i got a bad ass b*tch, she so bad, she so mean
n*gga you ain’t got no bag, you a user, you a fiend
n*gga said he was gonna what? n*gga yeah in your dreams
young n*gga still living with his granny eating collard bones and greens
you a grown*ass man you need to leave
d*mn i need some zaza, call the plug i need some weed
get some head from yo granny when she done pick up her t**th
n*gga he ain’t got no money cause you ’cause you*, ahhhh
’cause you cheap
you was standing in the corner, i was probably in the streets
i ain’t never lost a game i can’t lose, undefeated
b*tch give me good head clean it up, she so neat
had to hit it out of town at a room we lowkey
i be probably ducked off out the way, you know me
hundred thousand ain’t sh*t it’s like to me you can’t see
i’m boutta buy this bad ass b*tch a book, can you read?
b*tch i tried to ask you nicely to get out, can you leave?

[verse 3: mace supreme]
uh, wait, hold on that’s the coochie man
pull up in a honda wanna f*ck, this my doonie van
recordin’ sh*t and goin’ live b*tch, this my movie plan
choppa spray like, “du du du”, you move like the coochie dance
i just matched a bad ass b*tch, told her, “give it up”
ubered to my house, 3 am, only tryna f*ck
askin can i take her home, need to go find a bus
talking bout she broke as h*ll, look like i give a f*ck?
she goin’ down and open wide, shawty gone eat it up
bend it overtake the pipe, you know that i beat it up
girlfriend comin’ back into the house, gotta speed it up
skeeted on the floor, man, you know she gone clean it up

- mace supreme yn jay lyrics

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