Bumpy Johnson Lyrics
[Intro]
Put on your belt, it's a bumpy road
But I'm feelin' like Bumpy Johnson
Good, die young, I'm a wrongen
Long live Driss, he's never forgotten (You're now listening to Young Chencs)
[Verse]
If my man cross me, I'm cuttin' his fingers off, so fingers crossed
My finger prints will all over the rock
It's hot, no other choice but to rinse the spot
I'm selective with who I get with
Gyal on my phone try see who I'm f*ckin'
Lil' bro got his hand in his pocket
Come any closer and see if he's bluffin'
Six-man in the yard, O.T. was the last to sleep and I woke up first
Bad Bs, they curved the kid back then when I weren't so lit, now the roles reversed
Soon as you get some Ps, these hoes occur, hoes appear
Nowhere near, had nowhere to live, had to sofa surf (Uh)
At the time, it was bad, it was all in my mind
'Cause in hindsight, it could've been worse
Ex ting givin' me red eye and spoilin' my new one, it could've been her
"Don't dwell in the past," I'm tellin' my darg, "If it happened, then bro, there's a reason"
I ain't beefin' bro 'bout nothin', we act like men and we come to agreements
The cell got hit, but I bit too late, so, I gave him one for the inconvenience
Rookie, young but I ain't no rookie, your place got took 'cause you're inexperienced
I don't think that them man there serious
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In the trap, had a plan like that
Same way man pull up my pants and take off my hat and change my appearance
A lot of pain I'm used to endurin', I see my crew and I'm throwin' my Ls up
Dagger on bro like Zelda, ain't Nintendo, this is the ghetto
We trap like The Wire, they act like Elba
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