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They just spent like two or three weeks out the country Them boys up to something, they just not just bluffin' You don't have to call, I hit my dance like Usher, woo I just found my tempo like I'm DJ Mustard, woo I hit that Ginobili with my left hand up like, woo Lobster and Céline for all my babies that I miss Chicken fingers, french fries for them that wanna diss Jumpman, jumpman, jumpman, them boys up to something Uh-uh-uh, I think I need some Robitussin Way too many questions, you must think I trust you You searching for answers, I do not know nothing, woo I see 'em tweaking, they know something's coming, woo Yeah, by the way Yeah, hundred cousins out in Memphis, they so country, wow Tell her stay the night, valet your car, come fuck me now Jumpman, jumpman, live on TNT, I'm flexing, ooh Jumpman, jumpman, they gave me my own collection, ooh Jump when I say jump, girl, can you take direction? Ooh Mutombo with the -, you keep get rejected, ooh When they count all these racks that I have on me now I'ma have you like whoa Chanel number nine, Chanel number five, well, you got 'em both
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