Song parody of
Lump Sum
by T-Cart
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I just made it hot got it right out the oven
3 grams in my hand got the wood imma stuff it
They don’t understand we really coming from nothing
Now we feelin like men boy u gotta love us
Need the bands in my hands I be thumbing through some
Put my nigga in a jam then I’m grabbing a gun
Need the cheddar in my pocket I be lumping a sum
Think my niggas in a band by the way that they drum
Imma keep it str8 to the point only rollin up a wood heard you rollin up a pencil
Nigga you a pig you should oink if the feds sit you down bet u talkin out yo dental
Gettin to the paper no joint when I’m sparking up the wood it fuckin up up my mental. Hit it from the back make it boink
Got her ridin on the dick like she ridin in a rental
Smokin in the whip in a parking lot
See these niggas run they lips but I don’t talk a lot
When I step up in this bitch I let the bottle pop
POP POP POP
Young niggas yeah we got a lot
Now it’s heated up n comin out the oven
Girl I beat it up but she ain’t see it comin
I be needed her and act like ion want her
She can't stomach me but feel it in her stomach
I just made it hot got it right out the oven
3 grams in my hand got the wood imma stuff it
They don’t understand we really coming from nothing
Now we feelin like men boy u gotta love us
Need the bands in my hands I be thumbing through some
Put my nigga in a jam then I’m grabbing a gun
Need the cheddar in my pocket I be lumping a sum
Think my niggas in a band by the way that they drum
Real mud big sip imma lump a sum til the bills stick
I been moving numb i can't feel shit
Banana with drum swear to God that imma peel it
Yo bitch she just move so sadistic
Smokin on the tree I'm gettin fried like a skillet
They told me that the sky's the limit
So how I'm getting higher every minute?
Once you make it hot and it's straight out the oven keep a glove cuz a nigga he might just burn a hand
Plotting on my wrist cuz I know imma flood it
Grab a pack of the woods I be rolling the grams
See the cops out the blinds then you know imma shut em
All these snitching niggas I do not understand
Smokin up my problems nigga don't do no running
Shit got me hot think I need me a fan
I just made it hot got it right out the oven
3 grams in my hand got the wood imma stuff it
They don’t understand we really coming from nothing
Now we feelin like men boy u gotta love us
Need the bands in my hands I be thumbing through some
Put my nigga in a jam then I’m grabbing a gun
Need the cheddar in my pocket I be lumping a sum
Think my niggas in a band by the way that they drum
I just made it hot got it right out the oven
3 grams in my hand got the wood imma stuff it
They don’t understand we really coming from nothing
Now we feelin like men boy u gotta love us
Need the bands in my hands I be thumbing through some
Put my nigga in a jam then I’m grabbing a gun
Need the cheddar in my pocket I be lumping a sum
Think my niggas in a band by the way that they drum
Imma keep it str8 to the point only rollin up a wood heard you rollin up a pencil
Nigga you a pig you should oink if the feds sit you down bet u talkin out yo dental
Gettin to the paper no joint when I’m sparking up the wood it fuckin up up my mental. Hit it from the back make it boink
Got her ridin on the dick like she ridin in a rental
Smokin in the whip in a parking lot
See these niggas run they lips but I don’t talk a lot
When I step up in this bitch I let the bottle pop
POP POP POP
Young niggas yeah we got a lot
Now it’s heated up n comin out the oven
Girl I beat it up but she ain’t see it comin
I be needed her and act like ion want her
She can't stomach me but feel it in her stomach
I just made it hot got it right out the oven
3 grams in my hand got the wood imma stuff it
They don’t understand we really coming from nothing
Now we feelin like men boy u gotta love us
Need the bands in my hands I be thumbing through some
Put my nigga in a jam then I’m grabbing a gun
Need the cheddar in my pocket I be lumping a sum
Think my niggas in a band by the way that they drum
Real mud big sip imma lump a sum til the bills stick
I been moving numb i can't feel shit
Banana with drum swear to God that imma peel it
Yo bitch she just move so sadistic
Smokin on the tree I'm gettin fried like a skillet
They told me that the sky's the limit
So how I'm getting higher every minute?
Once you make it hot and it's straight out the oven keep a glove cuz a nigga he might just burn a hand
Plotting on my wrist cuz I know imma flood it
Grab a pack of the woods I be rolling the grams
See the cops out the blinds then you know imma shut em
All these snitching niggas I do not understand
Smokin up my problems nigga don't do no running
Shit got me hot think I need me a fan
I just made it hot got it right out the oven
3 grams in my hand got the wood imma stuff it
They don’t understand we really coming from nothing
Now we feelin like men boy u gotta love us
Need the bands in my hands I be thumbing through some
Put my nigga in a jam then I’m grabbing a gun
Need the cheddar in my pocket I be lumping a sum
Think my niggas in a band by the way that they drum
