One sister jumped up and she began to shout Yes, I'm gonna get me religion I'm gonna join the Baptist Church One deacon jumped up and he began to grin I was in the pulpit, I's jumpin' up and down Grabbed up my suitcase and I took off down the road You

That's how we do Uh huh uh huh What you always say, and what you do, it don't matter, long as we go Every every day we always play, we alway with some classy

(Fuck, can you say to me) Fuck around and drop the top on niggas When them niggas thought I wouldn't Fuck your bitch or something What I did to ya why you fronting on me Hit the trap and have it jumping Turning nothing into something Peeling off the

Go down, soft sound Midnight, car lights Playing with the air Breathing in your hair Go down, go down Step into your skin? I'd rather jump in your bones (jump!) Taking up your mouth so you'll breathe through your nose

I don't know if it's because my heart hurts or if I'm insecure Baby, you're not her My last girl had me so fucked up it was a blacked out blur Baby, you jump first It's a long way to hell, I ain't really tryna leave this Earth Baby, do your worst I've

Everybody knows I'm here I know I'm here And I'm the hoochie-coochie man Gypsy woman told my momma, before I was born You got a boy-child comin', gonna be a son-of-a-gun Gonna make these pretty women jump and shout And the world will only know a-what

Oh, mama, whatcha gonna do now? Oh, mama, whatcha gonna do? Oh, lady, whatcha gonna do? Oh, lady, whatcha gonna do now? Me seh want some lady whatcha gonna do? Mama, mama, dem hold papa Seh dem charge him for smoke ganja If me never jump two fence, dem

Elle me contrôle et rythme mes pas Si elle me frôle Oh non je ne réponds réponds réponds plus de moi Si tu me frôles Alors je ne réponds réponds réponds plus de moi L'un sur l'autre Everybody jump up come on Sur la dance hall écoute ma voix Brûlant la

All aboard on the ghost ship of cannibal rats So how long before the rivers start to rise, dear? Don't be afraid of the view from economy class It's just the captain and crew jumping off of the mast Who's gonna sound the alarm when the bridges collapse?

Quarter million dollars all on my skin Tote this F&N like I got license Fuck stop signs and red lights, I don't do no stoppin' Jump off the tightrope, I'm tryna dive in Yeah, cook that shit up Quay Ain't been in the studio for like three or four weeks