Drake - Jumpman (Featuring Skepta & Future) | Текст песни

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[Verse 1: Skepta]
Yeah, roadman, roadman, roadman what these niggas smokin'?
Tattoos on my skin means I ain't fuckin' jokin'
Dem boys tweetin' visions, dem boys up to somethin'
Smokin' with the Jumpman out in Paris, it was bait
You can't smoke with me cause you got something on your face
I hit that Ginobili with my right hand on my waist
Talkin' to a top boy, look a top boy in the face
Go uptown to Dyckman, I got peng tings on my case
Roadman, roadman, roadman, I flew out the country
Where was you when I was in the gully?
Oh now you see the vision, now you want some money?
Tryna send me e-mails, I just forward them to grace
Tracksuit Mafia, we get the star from outer space
Wasteman, wasteman, wasteman, you copy and paste
Topboy, topboy, smokin' jetpack in the eights
Charlie Sheen I'm winnin', never come in second place

[Verse 2: Future]
Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman
I just seen the jet take off, they up to something
Them boys just not bluffing, them boys just not bluffing
Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, them boys up to something
She was tryna join the team I told her wait
Chicken wings and fries, we don't go on dates
Nobu, Nobu, Nobu, Nobu, Nobu, Nobu
I just throwed a private dinner in L.A
Trapping is a hobby, that's the way for me
Money coming fast, we never getting sleep
I, I just had to buy another safe
Bentley Spur and Phantom, Jordan fadeaway

[Verse 3: Drake]
Yeah, Jumpman, Jumpman, I don't need no introduction
Jumpman, Jumpman, Metro Boomin on production, wow
Hundred cousins out in Memphis, they so country, wow
Tell her stay the night, valet your car, come fuck me now
Jumpman, Jumpman, live on TNT, I'm flexing, ooh
Jumpman, Jumpman, they gave me my own collection, ooh
Jump when I say jump, girl, can you take direction? Ooh
Mutombo with the bitches, you keep getting rejected, woo

[Verse 4: Future]
Heard they came through Magic City on a Monday
Heard they had the club wild, it was star studded
A bunch of girls going wild when your chain flooded
And I had 'em like wow, cup dirty
Dopeman, dopeman, dopeman, dopeman, dopeman, dopeman
Money on the counter, choppers on the floor
I just copped that tempo, DJ Mustard, woo
Way too much codeine and Adderall
We just count up paper racks, whoa
I know Imma get my bitch back, whoa
I count all these racks that I have on me now Imma have you like whoa
Chanel N°9, Chanel N°5, well, you got 'em both

[Outro: Drake & Future]
Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, them boys up to something
They just spent like two or three weeks out the country
Them boys up to something, they just not just bluffing
Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, them boys up to something

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