Fes Taylor - Jumpin' Lyrics

[Chorus: Shyheim]
The club is jumpin', the bub is bubbling
I kept 'em pumping, niggas know how I do
My chain is swinging, the drink is screaming
It got her thinking, now she ready to choose
We up in the drop now, I'm taking the top down
She taking her top down, I like her boobs
We up in my crib now, she know how I get down
I don't play games, bitch, you know what to do

[Shyheim:]
Met her doing spring breaks, South Beach, Miami, Florida
Honey walked bye, a-yo, I started calling her
Looked over her shoulders, and rolled her eyes
I was hypnotized, had to press this prize
'Hello gorgeous', can I get a minute of your time?
She said why, my reply was, so the doves won't cry
She said that's fly, son, I try to be
She said I know, I major psychology
I said, word, I major criminology
And gun-trology, drug philosphy at high speed
You remind me of a novel I would love to read
She said cool, but hella dudes never read an everlude

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[Fes Taylor:]
F*cking this stripper bitch, my wifey caught me with
Glitter on my balls, like, what type of shit is this?
How to explain the stains on my drawers
I ain't even think about the pain I'm a cause
Lord, I think I got a problem, can't keep
My pants up, joint throbbing, I'm a sex addict
From the kitchen to the attic, any position
Got to have it, can't kick the habit
Grab her ass cheeks, I go deep like
Rice sprinting for a pass, something like an athlete
Beef stamina like Bruce Banner, busting out your clothes
Pretty feet I probably suck on your toes
You dress unbuckling slow
Sex so good, probably tell your husband to go
Go, not tell you, not tell you no bullshit
I tell you, I'm too fly for the bullshit

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[Mr. Prezident:]
Just see me, I'm wild like a whirlwind
When I wasn't getting at you, I was getting at your girlfriend
Girlfriend, what's good with your girlfriend?
Girl friend acting like, girl from your girl frown
If not til the pumper breaks
Get a napkin, get the egg off her face
Please understand my move, that drink in her hand
Baby girl, it was planned for you
I got plans for you, can make you blush
If you knew what I planned to do
Now I don't mean to be speaking foul
But, two's company and three's a crowd
We can take it home, girl, we be leaving now
We exit to the left, ma, we the act
From the bar to the coupe, to the condo, you know
How the don flow, hell, ma, even I'm a don move

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