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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kenny Mason
Kenny Mason
Vocals
Love Apple
Love Apple
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Edwin Kenneth Green Jr.
Edwin Kenneth Green Jr.
Lyrics
Edward Maclin Cooper III
Edward Maclin Cooper III
Composer
Valerie Ogeltree
Valerie Ogeltree
Composer
Louis Edward Ragland
Louis Edward Ragland
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Coupe
Coupe
Producer
James Kang
James Kang
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Guess I always knew, guess I always knew (COUPE) hold up Jumpin' in Tryna hit with my brother Bitch, I'm jumpin' in In the whip to wherever Bitch, I'm jumpin' in Standing still brought me nothing So, I'm jumpin' in Ain't no jumpin' when you clutching on a- 357, split the seven to a three-five I done loved Atlanta for forever, nigga, F.I.L.A Offended? Leave you behind on the freeway In the whip with no Freon Fuck a peon They catching bullets like Deion I had to devise a plan to prove that I was divine I demonstrate similar traits to the greats But I'm in the space Even they can't imitate I watch and wait You just touch me, and I melt I know I'll always be the one for you, as always Jumpin' in Tryna hit with my brother Bitch, I'm jumpin' in In the whip to wherever Hoe, I'm jumpin' in Standing still brought me nothing So, I'm jumpin' in Staying here ain't bring me nothing So, I'm- In the whip, shorty fussy, but she jumpin' in If she bust it wide open, then I'm jumpin in Shawty clutching on that- (phew) ain't no jumpin' him Fuck that jumpin-in' Fuck that- 2007, I was living on the east side Big bro hit me, say he on the way I call him Esau Bitch, I had to wrestle with an angel by the seaside Daddy didn't want me hanging with 'em, I can see why They thought I was green 'til I hoped out on that Green Line These niggas got green eyes, pointing them at me now Learned about the killers, I know what it takes to be one I learned, without a trigger finger you can't make a peace sign Okay, I know this shit Better not tote that shit, unless you plan to blow that shit I had to crash in David's whip, until he totaled it Nowadays I don't even gotta ask them what the total is You just touch me, and I melt And I always knew that I would grow to this I know I'll always be the one for you, as always Jumpin' in Tryna hit with my brother Bitch, I'm jumpin' in In the whip to wherever Hoe, I'm jumpin' in Standing still brought me nothing So, I'm jumpin' in Staying here ain't bring me nothing So, I'm- In the whip, shorty fussy, but she jumpin' in If she bust it wide open, then I'm jumpin in Shawty clutching on that- (phew) ain't no jumpin' him Fuck that jumpin-in' Fuck that- I thought someday I would forget Though I try so hard to stay away
Writer(s): Edward Maclin Cooper Iii, Edwin Green, Louis Edward Ragland, Valerie Ogeltree Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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