Jumanji ft. B.Goode & TheKID Jet Lyrics

Aye

Smoking on a whole bunch of ganja

Fucked around and fell in love with a monster

Can't get back my time or mind think I lost em'

Can't get back my time or mind think I, uh wait

But now I'm in my zone

High as E.T, phone home

I heard she turned her last dude into stone

Better than my last chick she was stone cold

Let me tell ya

She gon' say I'm lying, I was really trying this is my side of it

I thought that she could be mine but came to find, she on that Vampira shit

Woke up in the morning read a text on my phone

Said I love you babe

But if you ever leave me imma lodge this fangs in your throat, damn

Pull up to the scene with a Firefly

That's my Baby

Thanking God that she's not the greedy kind

Love my baby, love you boo

I just chill in the cut

Rolling it up

By the time that I spark it

She rounded them up

Got a white hoe named Margaret

She Carrie the blood money

Run up and cut for me

But Ann do it lovingly

Pull up with nothing then leave yo ass bludgeoned

I tagged her with Mallory

We fucked in the function, Aye aye

I just had to see something

I heard them crazy girls pussy be bussing

But I gave the ring to Samara, dummy

So I wrapped it up like a handsome, mummy

That's probably why she don't trust me

But I gotta let the beast out like Jumanji

I just had to see somethin'

I heard them crazy girls pussy be bussin'

I had to let the beast out like Jumanji

Ever deal with a bitch, leave you down on your last?

Ever put 'em in reverse, where the tires all smashed?

Drop her off early

Let's head to the next

I'm cruising with B.Goode

Linked up with kid jet

Sum up them spirits, go conjure regrets

You thinking about folk tales?

We seen them in check

And all they wanna talk about is bogus shit

This a multiversal threat

Saw

The mummy

The scarecrow

Knock jeepers and creepers

Little bastards running wild for a Halloween feature

Best put on Elvira

Or Joe Bob for terrors

The way they depicted go leave you in shambles

I'm off of the handle

Go grip on the knife

Michael might slice you

The wolf man go live

Damage your temple with these instrumentals

I'll rock the whole stand up

This one monster mash bro

And that's that talk to a fault

Where those freaks knock you off

Don't you dare say Beetlejuice

He might just, pop up

Listen up closely

Y'all better run

Cause this triplet deadly

It's something un done

You calling the greatest

But left out the funds

I'll smack all your favors

And run out the sun