Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Jumpin Jumpin (Clean) , by - Pardison Fontaine. Release date: 23.10.2017
Song language: English
Jumpin Jumpin (Clean) |
| Jumpin', jumpin' |
| Bad, I come up with somethin' |
| Jumpin', get it jumpin', jumpin' |
| And make sure that my daughter never want for nothin' |
| Jumpin', jumpin' |
| Had to get it jumpin', jumpin' |
| Ayy, look, look |
| I said, now jumpin', jumpin', tryna kiss the sky |
| Nigga, jumpin', jumpin', I need my piece of the pie |
| On the road, gettin' turnt, D.W.I |
| Summertime, La Marina feel just like it’s Dubai (I, I) |
| Exactly what these women want and need (I, I) |
| Jersey on, shit still up my sleeve (I, I) |
| Am the player captain, I make all the reads (I, I) |
| Did some dirt, I’m just comin' clean |
| Boy, you changed, you different, this another side of you |
| When it come to bein' punctual, I’m irresponsible |
| Got a text from a year ago that I ain’t even responded to |
| I guess I deal with my problems same way my father do, I disappear |
| Niggas fronted, now I’m in the front, was in the rear |
| You could get whatever you want, you see it clear |
| I write myself, record myself, a rappin' engineer |
| In case a nigga piss me off I keep the pistol near |
| Ayy, jumpin', jumpin' |
| I was doin' bad, I come up with somethin' |
| At the crib, had to get it jumpin', jumpin' |
| Makin' sure my daughter never ever want for nothin' |
| Said she leavin', but she’ll be back, though, I’ll give it a day |
| If I had a dollar for every woman that I had feelen a way |
| I don’t argue, 'cause I’m in the zone, that shit get in the way |
| I swear this dick get me in trouble, when I give it away |
| I could pull some strings like a banjo |
| I make music for the niggas in the bando |
| Niggas talked about me on the 'Gram, damn, bro |
| I don’t respect it, but I guess I understand, though |
| I said God be a fence, Lord be a shell |
| If I get shot, pray my dream don’t get killed |
| Lose that cotton-pickin' mind, when they play that in the field |
| And my soldiers go bananas for me, who tryna get peeled? |
| Y’all niggas trippin', y’all niggas buggin', let me find the Raid |
| Man, I knew it, that I was different, since the second grade |
| And I only fuck with niggas out here who tryna get paid |
| Took this Pardi on the road, might change my name to Parade |
| All this money out here, I’m like, «What the fuck’s the problem?» |
| Bitch so bad, I’m like, «What the fuck’s a condom?» |
| I’m just workin' hard to make the cash never-endin' |
| Every city that I land in leave a trail of pregnant women, representin' |
| Had to get it jumpin', jumpin' (Ayy) |
| At the crib, had to get it jumpin', jumpin' |
| Down bad bad, I’m gonna come up with somethin' |
| Makin' sure my daughter never ever want for nothin' |
| Fuckin' with the squad, it’s repercussions |
| But I guess some things don’t even need discussin' |
| Nowadays, I just move different |
| Had to get dark out, so I could see who with me and who missin' |
| Saw who stuck around and who didn’t |
| Now I just kill niggas, watch 'em curl and die like beauticians |
| Lately, I don’t feel nothin' or fear nothin' |
| Orange hat on like I’m deer huntin' |
| Now they gotta label me the new Bandana P |
| I’m the quiet storm they ain’t hear comin' |
| Hailin' from the city that they ain’t give a fair chance |
| Sometimes I pause 'cause I built this shit with my bare hands |
| My dawg, he on parole, he can’t come on the road |
| Used to sneak me on the flier, now they put my name in bold |
| Man, I’m worth my weight in gold |
| Fuck these niggas thought I was not active? |
| Leader form up when I jog backwards |
| Look at the numbers that a nigga puttin' up |
| Shit, what I average is not average |
| I just upgraded to the Bentley from Dodge Stratus |
| You gotta love it |
| I came from nothin' and made somethin' from it |
| Man, they must be smokin' dust, they think they lit as us |
| Somebody better watch 'em, know them niggas movin' sus |
| Don’t this shit make a nigga wanna jump, bust it, bust |
| And I’m up 'cause I do the stuff, y’all don’t do enough |
| Got it jumpin' like it’s tip-off |
| I got it jumpin' like I’m Kris Kross |
| Jumpin' like the Hulk when he’s pissed off |
| Jumpin' like a MJ head fake |
| Jumpin' like a nigga just took off the leg weights |
| Niggas started talkin' 'bout the pain, and took off like a plane |
| Now it’s… jumpin', jumpin', Westbrook through the lane, nigga, uh |
| Yeah, I got it jumpin', jumpin' |
| Ayy, nigga, got it jumpin', jumpin' |
| Jumpin', jumpin', nigga, got it jumpin', jumpin' |
| Ayy, yeah, I got it jumpin', jumpin' |