JELLY and Pi'erre Bourne - Mumble Jumble

Yeah ayy
Wolf, Wolf, Wolf, Wolf, Wolf yeah, ayy, ayy
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Ayy, ayy, ayy

I think I got a warrant, man, I made it here
Your honor i don't care 'bout bougie shit
I'll fly you here, no frontin'
(On God) i can't find my leaf right now
I gotta smoke a fronto
Catch me up in New York
City walkin' through the 'partments (Queens)
Come to work for me
I could make a whole appointment (Jelly)
Nigga, what you tryna do? Got
Niggas out here starvin'
Smoke exotic every day
Just bet on my performance
I just seen a spinner, bitch
I'm feelin' kinda horny

Hit you up and under
Don't wanna feel that thunder
Got bags up in the Honda
We swervin' to the 'partment
I gotta keep that thing on me
In case I gotta dump it
A nigga tried to play with me
Don't talk to me with mumble
A nigga want some smoke with me
I smoke him 'til he runnin'
You catch me with some wolves and then
You know we gon' gun you
I'm stashin' all the cash
I got some cash up in the duster
Don't try me like no chump
I'll bust you like a buster (Sucker)

You talkin' mumble jumble
Don't wanna feel that thunder
It hit you up and under
You talkin' mumble jumble
I put that on my mama
I only want some commas
You talkin' mumble jumble
Don't wanna feel that rumble
You talkin' mumble jumble
Don't wanna feel that thunder
It hit you up and under
You talkin' mumble jumble
I put that on my mama
I only want some commas
You talkin' mumble jumble
Don't wanna feel that rumble

Written by:
JASON BRADLEY DE FORD, JORDAN TIMOTHY JENKS

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Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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