Digital Stores “Drake – Jumbotron Shit Poppin” Audio Stream, MP4, Lyrics On Thinknews
The Talented Musician, Drake comes back with a good studio single titled “Jumbotron Shit Poppin“, which ThinkNews made available for free Download MP3?ing for you.
Moreover, this classic entry was taken off Drake & 21 Savage‘s newly released studio album titled “Her Loss“.
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Drake Jumbotron Shit Poppin Lyrics
[Intro]
(Wake up, F1LTHY)
Yeah
[Chorus]
We ain’t even out in Turks, she finna take sand
Ridin’ ’round with F&N, we like to hold hands
(Oogie Mane he killed it) But with two-sip thot, he ain’t leave the bed
Damn, they dipped a pint of TEC in a Code Red
If I tell this bitch to pull up, she gon’ moped it
My dawg, he don’t smoke on shit, unless it’s unleaded
I don’t back and forth over no net, so just go on and dead it
See me when you see me, if it’s smoke, dawg, you’re unleashy
[Verse]
Thick Moroccan bitch, this my fav’, I’ma go on and beat it
Lookin’ in the mirror, kiss my face, I’m too conceited
Send a girl home, call another, dawg, I’m too slime
She ain’t wanna eat it on her first day, it’s haram
I don’t fuck with drugs, poppin’ X for the first time
That shit kicked in, like a two-time world champ
Booted up, that shit hit up and down, like a skate-ramp
She vapin’ in my room, that shit lit up like a glow-lamp
Who want smoke? Okay, cool, let’s they whole camp
Big shit popper, we the ones to get your shirt damp
Niggas try to take a nigga spot, now it’s too cramped
Up, 8AM, geekin’ hard, I’m a real vamp
These niggas got me fucked up, dawg, I’m too amped
Mmm-mmm, make this bitch lick me like a mail stamp
Mmm-mmm, strapped up, fuck it, I’ma die lit
Too slime, posted at the crib in a snake pit
Every time I tell you how I feel, I don’t fake shit
Brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr
Brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, okay
Everybody got a stick, we don’t run fades
[Chorus]
We ain’t even out in Turks, she finna take sand
Ridin’ ’round with F&N, we like to hold hands
(Oogie Mane he killed it) But with two-sip thot, he ain’t leave the bed
Damn, they dipped a pint of TEC in a Code Red
If I tell this bitch to pull up, she gon’ moped it
My dawg, he don’t smoke on shit, unless it’s unleaded
I don’t back and forth over no net, so just go on and dead it
See me when you see me, if it’s smoke, dawg, you’re unleashy
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