Sadat X - The Lump Lump lyrics

rate me

[Verse One:]

People often see me in jams, and be thinkin I'm high

No that just be my lazy eye

What's your reply to the evidence against you

Your girlfriend found one hand just one loan credit

Exclaimed you was fuckin you claim downtown

where Fred can beat that, win that, quick nigga wins the ballgames

Tailwind nose is a must on any con any truck

When riding on luck you catch an empty

Riding on the wave is real good, suave bola

You be playin the low low, while your girlfriend be like, "Oh no!"

I seen it with my own eyes and I know that it was him

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned

Episodes of Free Willy bring strife in your life

You can flip and use the gift of gab, but don't waver

If you love your girlfriend, then you better save her

Cause the next man is eager, to run up in yours

Be in her drawers, put your girl on her fours

Sometime's the girls game's tighter than a sloppy ass nigga

I got my girl locked down hey that's the truth nigga

She gone away for the weekend, man she right uptown

Runnin around with my man Boogie Brown

I keep your arms in the air, your feet on the floor

While you're over there frontin with these kids

your girl's givin jaw

[Chorus:]

I been doin my own thing [x2]

[Verse Two:]

Oh you got your own dough, from where I don't know

You hold degrees from two universities

Girl you're worth cheese in the nine-seis

Sadat owns apartment keys, is it Alize for Dolo

You got a mind on top of that spine plus the lump lump

Highly educated and highly motivated

Workin girl skirt tight love to hurt

What to exert, I break your next man's pocket

Smell of freak fragrant, unlike the vagrant

You can pay the rent always, and don't be gettin hallways

In the bed girlie and at work by nine

Put on the work force ridin on a iron horse

Bring it home to dad, the one piece cause I'm here

Workout baby doll and keep yo' career

No chiggedy, no diggedy, not you

Glad that I got you, when I did

Cause you was runnin wild with this out of style kid, no class

Light in the ass, white enough to pass

Shotproof glass for the midnight mass

[Chorus]

[Verse Three:]

I have seen this chick at the bar, furiously she was searchin

She want to wet her whistle with the glass of bubbly

She want the Willie Dom not the cheap sherry

Tryin to front with the outfit that's goin back tomorrow

Now she's makin me dream, if she played to force it

Dom she want to toss it, back in that

Jet when the bottle's gone and that's a fact

Give you the wrong number knowin it's the wrong number

Front on a nigga never that, not I

If you see me at the bar it's dry throat

because I'm keepin these hoes dry

Hey lookie there there's Harlem Slim!

Lookin at me, but then you're walkin with him

I be a little old for them young girl games

I know a lot of tricks but I ain't namin no names

One burnt my man, left his beef in flames

Actin ill wild like the untamed dames

Just came to mingle where I flowed the river Thames

When I was young in the clubs they played Cool James

Get rich without jail, is one of my aims

You remember Good Times, with courderoy jeans

[Chorus x2.5]