Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song DUMMY , by - Jake Paul. Release date: 14.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
DUMMY |
| All designer on my body, Off-White sneakers |
| Flew that bitch from outta town, but I don’t think she got a visa, yeah (Visa, |
| yeah) |
| White boy on the track like Justin Bieber |
| Used to think this shit was sweet, now I’m the man, so I don’t need 'em, |
| yeah (Need 'em, yeah) |
| I came in with the hits like Derek Jeter |
| Keep a check inside this Louis like that boy from Even Stevens, yeah (Stevens, |
| yeah) |
| Jesus piece around me in this Demon |
| I just win again and win again, I don’t even got a reason, yeah (Reason, yeah) |
| We get hot regardless of the season |
| I been ballin' for a minute, feel like Popeye off the spinach, yeah (Spinach, |
| yeah) |
| Gassed up, sponsorship from 7−6 |
| But I got shooters 'round Ben Simmons, feel like I play for the Sixers, |
| yeah (Sixers, yeah) |
| She gon' eat this dick up like it’s dinner |
| Know I’m winnin', all my bitches bad like I roll with the Jenners (With the |
| Jenners) |
| We can’t chop it up, no, I ain’t friendly |
| Turned a dollar to a hundred, a Toyota to a Bentley, yeah (To a Bentley, yeah) |
| Lil' dummy, you stupid lil' dummy |
| I got money, now they love me (Now they love me), you lil' dummy (Lil' dummy) |
| No, you’re not my friend (Not my friend), you’re not my buddy (Not my buddy) |
| Red Berlinetta and it’s lookin' really bloody |
| You stupid dummy, you stupid lil' dummy |
| I got money, now they love me, you a lil' stupid dummy |
| Lil' dummy, Playboy Bunny (Playboy Bunny), she off the bubbly |
| Red LaFerrari and it’s lookin' really bloody |
| I’m just whippin' through the city with J. Pizzy in the Masi' |
| With a baddie in the back seat, and she trippin' off a Molly |
| Little bitty from The Boonies, and she look just like a Barbie |
| Big old .30 on my waist (Boom, boom), I roll with shottas that got bodies (Oh) |
| All these niggas coochie, slip and slide inside my Guccis |
| Got my glizzy and my Uzi just in case they try to shoot me (Uh) |
| Got the opps up on my back, I do the dash, I’m tryna lose 'em (Skrrt) |
| Did two hundred on the highway, I was swervin', tryna lose 'em |
| Don’t you run up, there’s a body in the bag, are you stupid? |
| (Boom, boom) |
| I be thumbin' through the money, all these bitches tryna count it |
| I be breakin' down these bricks and I grew up in Metro Housin' |
| And these niggas stay hatin', but the money stay pilin' |
| Got your bitch up in the Uber, she 'bout to slide and start wildin' |
| I could never count on niggas, rather count a hundred thousand |
| I got drillers and gorillas, niggas, you don’t want no problems |
| And my bitch is from the 6, but got a body from the islands (Uh) |
| Lil' dummy, you stupid lil' dummy |
| I got money, now they love me (Now they love me), you lil' dummy (Lil' dummy) |
| No, you’re not my friend (Not my friend), you’re not my buddy (Not my buddy) |
| Red Berlinetta and it’s lookin' really bloody |
| You stupid dummy, you stupid lil' dummy |
| I got money, now they love me, you a lil' stupid dummy |
| Lil' dummy, Playboy Bunny (Playboy Bunny), she off the bubbly |
| Red LaFerrari and it’s lookin' really bloody |