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Jump Down Video (MV)




Performed By: Lil' Devin
Length: 3:24
Written by: Devin Field




Lil' Devin - Jump Down Lyrics




(Talk all that shit you was talking)

Polo on body
Since I jump down niggas starting to wanna try me
Niggas steady plotting cause we taxing for the gas
Bitches we inviting only coming for the cash
GPS say we arriving bitch show me to the bag
I think this time we getting over really bad
I just keep climbing Moe oysters with my crab
Bout climb in and out the big jag
You looking big mad
I am only stating big facts
40 make a bitch nigga get back
Ain't no kick back
Way in fifth ave
Ain't no wonder wonder how A nigga bout to come up this fast
Doing all the numbers running up a big stash
That's just how I'm coming bitch nigga get glad
Maybe it's the come up make her wanna get bags
Or maybe all this money make her wanna get smashed... pass
You say you a solid nigga so I gotta ask
Why you feel like you prove it so bad
Go get you a job bro ain't moving no bags
Point her to the towels after broke her back
If it's outta style nigga I might bring it back
Ran me up a pile and invested it in gas
If you see me outta town then I'm prolly bout a grab some for a young nigga getting cash

I done jump dine
White t and bald fade bitch
They hate a young nigga getting paid
I done jump dine
Steady mixing codine up
Clean on the scene getting stuck
I done jump dine
Bout a hundred hoes with me
Pinky ring bitch they know I'm getting jiggy
I done jump dine
Any for a nigga wanna try me
I'll shoot like the niggas right behind me

Aye
Hilfiger zipper
Came up on the pills about to flip em
Paid up on some bills about to wiggle
Word to jizzle only nigga keep it real when I was down for a little
Kfc checks
Taking deep breaths
Then I start feeling why can't I be blessed
Everybody seen it but I felt like it just ain't on me yet
Thuggish still living life without no regrets
Slanging with my boys
Hanging in the ford
Came in with the loud safe to say I brought the noise
Brand new bitch got her working on her poise
Made it off the porch
Hanging out the door
This south side shit deep in me it's to the core
I'm working on a porshe
It's nothing to endorse
Big stunting bitch of course
Flaunt the Michael kors
Watch as I get more
Drape me to the floor
Break it dine more
I'm bringing my blower
A trey when I pour
This shit they die for
I'm pimping five whores
Swanging my doors
Came up five more
Big shit get deaded stepping into my door
Reefer to the head it seeping outta my pores
Whole team spreaded so a nigga flying more
Higher more I gotta pace it know a nigga was never f*ck with nothing basic

I done jump dine
White t and bald fade bitch
They hate a young nigga getting paid
I done jump dine
Steady mixing codine up
Clean on the scene getting stuck
I done jump dine
Bout a hundred hoes with me
Pinky ring bitch they know I'm getting jiggy
I done jump dine
Any for a nigga wanna try me
I'll shoot like the niggas right behind me
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(Talk all that shit you was talking)

Polo on body
Since I jump down niggas starting to wanna try me
Niggas steady plotting cause we taxing for the gas
Bitches we inviting only coming for the cash
GPS say we arriving bitch show me to the bag
I think this time we getting over really bad
I just keep climbing Moe oysters with my crab
Bout climb in and out the big jag
You looking big mad
I am only stating big facts
40 make a bitch nigga get back
Ain't no kick back
Way in fifth ave
Ain't no wonder wonder how A nigga bout to come up this fast
Doing all the numbers running up a big stash
That's just how I'm coming bitch nigga get glad
Maybe it's the come up make her wanna get bags
Or maybe all this money make her wanna get smashed... pass
You say you a solid nigga so I gotta ask
Why you feel like you prove it so bad
Go get you a job bro ain't moving no bags
Point her to the towels after broke her back
If it's outta style nigga I might bring it back
Ran me up a pile and invested it in gas
If you see me outta town then I'm prolly bout a grab some for a young nigga getting cash

I done jump dine
White t and bald fade bitch
They hate a young nigga getting paid
I done jump dine
Steady mixing codine up
Clean on the scene getting stuck
I done jump dine
Bout a hundred hoes with me
Pinky ring bitch they know I'm getting jiggy
I done jump dine
Any for a nigga wanna try me
I'll shoot like the niggas right behind me

Aye
Hilfiger zipper
Came up on the pills about to flip em
Paid up on some bills about to wiggle
Word to jizzle only nigga keep it real when I was down for a little
Kfc checks
Taking deep breaths
Then I start feeling why can't I be blessed
Everybody seen it but I felt like it just ain't on me yet
Thuggish still living life without no regrets
Slanging with my boys
Hanging in the ford
Came in with the loud safe to say I brought the noise
Brand new bitch got her working on her poise
Made it off the porch
Hanging out the door
This south side shit deep in me it's to the core
I'm working on a porshe
It's nothing to endorse
Big stunting bitch of course
Flaunt the Michael kors
Watch as I get more
Drape me to the floor
Break it dine more
I'm bringing my blower
A trey when I pour
This shit they die for
I'm pimping five whores
Swanging my doors
Came up five more
Big shit get deaded stepping into my door
Reefer to the head it seeping outta my pores
Whole team spreaded so a nigga flying more
Higher more I gotta pace it know a nigga was never f*ck with nothing basic

I done jump dine
White t and bald fade bitch
They hate a young nigga getting paid
I done jump dine
Steady mixing codine up
Clean on the scene getting stuck
I done jump dine
Bout a hundred hoes with me
Pinky ring bitch they know I'm getting jiggy
I done jump dine
Any for a nigga wanna try me
I'll shoot like the niggas right behind me
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Writer: Devin Field
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