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jimbo - witted lyrics

i’m on the block tryn’ hit ’em and go
he talk hot, get hit in his nose
i’m with jimbo, yeah, we smoke dope
(n*gga) yeah we tote a couple poles
b*b*backdoor, n*gga runnin’ out the door
(n*gga) and i’m countin’ h*lla chos
bad b*tch wan’ give me f*ckin’ throat

d*mn, she just want money, i know
copped the north face ‘cuz my heart f*ckin’ cold
(n*gga) all these n*ggas gettin’ old
m*muha meds resonate with my soul (whaa? whaa)
and i got rick, givenchy on my toe
goin’ thru sh*t, bet you ain’t even know
she want me to heat that ass up ‘cuz it’s cold out
i said, “shawty, slide through,” you already know

called*called up my brudda ‘cuz hе got the drank (what)
b*tch, i’m on top, what the f*ck do you think? (whaa)
my b*tch like camron, shе rock the pink mink
b*beam track him down like he cl!cked a bad link (brrt, brrt)
i got ’em all on they toes, ballet
i said*i said, “baby, just come park it,” valet (whaa)
countin’ guap, he f*cked up ’bout a parlay
i woke up today, b*tch hip*hip hooray
got ice like a ice*tray, uh (trulywitted)
obviously this a nice day, just dropped bread on some boots from lil kanye, uh (skrrrt)
bad*bad b*tch f*ck with the feng shui, she bound to eat me up just like da buffet
did the show and i rocked it out upstate
bro popped da blue, gave a f*ck if it was fake, uh
hangin’ out the chevrolet, almost tipped out this b*tch, how much the gun weigh? (gun weigh, pfft)

don’t give a f*ck what a yung n*gga ‘gon say
d*ck in her throat, the sh*t pull out her tonsils (b*tch)
n*gga talk hot, bullets’ll bonk you b*tch (b*tch)
i’m smoove as f*ck, like some fondue
mm, meant to say, “smoove like some fondant,” like the sh*t you put on cakes, ‘cuz i count it, uh (pfft, pfft)
ra*racks taller than a mountain, b*tch, i’m the ghost, young n*gga i founded it (witted)

h*h*h*he’s a dumbass, thought i was finna hop on that trash ass beat?
steppin’ on sh*t like some cleats
wan’ get dropped off? it’s yo’ lucky day, b*tch, no van*cleef
these b*tches in modern*day leech
call the ‘lil b*tch my la flame ‘cuz that ho’ on my leash
in the a, b*tch the state of the peach
we*we in the whip, did a hunnid, just jimbo and me

- witted lyrics

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