Jimmy Wopo Lyrics – Its Jimmy

It’s Jimmy

The J, the I, the M, the M
It’s Jimmy!
Its J, the I, the M, the M
It’s It’s
Stevie on the motherfucking beat, bitch

Ayo baby its Jimmy, I run my city like Diddy
With the [?] bitch I’m Griffey, I [?] Ciroc like I’m Tinsley
Ayy bitch I’m good in the hood, everybody fuck with me
Go ask the Boys n the Hood, quick to catch me a Ricky
Jewels on with the Fendi
I got that mac with the fifty (The mac nigga)
Bitch I’m black but I’m pretty (Pretty Ricky nigga)
A nigga still can’t gyp me (Lane)

Jimmy Jimmy Jimmy whatcha talkin’ bout (Whatcha talkin’ bout)
Ayo I’m talkin’ bout that chopper, make ’em walk it out
I’m talkin’ bout 4 5 niggas outside your momma’s house (Outside your momma’s house)
Now bring the doctors out (Ooh)
I’m the boy that bring the noodles and helicopters out (Ooh)
I’m the boy that kidnap and bring the hostage out (Aw shit)
I wanna talk to him, take the duct tape off his mouth
Keep the hollarin’ down
If he too stiff ha I’ll fuck him
If he ain’t with it, then I force him
Play the front, I backdoor him
When I get rich, I’ma porch him
Still have on my forces, still be with the bullshit
Never wear the shit I wore shit
Quick to knock you off the porch shit

Ayo baby its Jimmy, I run my city like Diddy
With the Bae bitch I’m Griffey, I dish Ciroc like I’m Tinsley
Boy I’m good in the hood, everybody fuck with me
Go ask the Boys n the Hood, quick to catch me a Ricky
Jewels on with the Fendi
I got that mac with the fifty (The mac nigga)
Bitch I’m black but I’m pretty (Pretty Ricky nigga)
A nigga still can’t gyp me (Lane)

Elm street shit I been and did that
Wasn’t my choice, Stevie ran that bitch back
Ayo don’t call me Wopo baby, call me Jim Crack (Call me Jimmy Jimmy)
Say it like that
You catch me slippin’, better kill me or I’ll be right back (I’ma come back)
Ask the last nigga pull up and they let it clap (I got his ass)
Catch him slippin’, started rippin’, he had a four flat (Four flat)
Hit his chest, made him stress, nigga jumpin’ jacks (Aw shit)
Ayy big Jimino, why they playin’ with ya, they ran from ya (Big Jimmy)
On a perky in my system, gave me stamina
I let it roast, he get ghost, Danny Phantom him (He dippin’)
He got the city on his back, why they keep bannin’ him (Why they trippin’)

The J, the I, the M, the M
It’s Jimmy!
Its J, the I, the M, the M
It’s It’s
Stevie on the motherfucking beat, bitch

Ayo baby its Jimmy, I run my city like Diddy
With the Bae bitch I’m Griffey, I dish Ciroc like I’m Tinsley
Boy I’m good in the hood, everybody fuck with me
Go ask the Boys n the Hood, quick to catch me a Ricky
Jewels on with the Fendi
I got that mac with the fifty (The mac nigga)
Bitch I’m black but I’m pretty (Pretty Ricky nigga)
A nigga still can’t gyp me (Lane)

The J, the I, the M, the M
It’s Jimmy!
It’s J, the I, the M, the M
It’s Jimmy! It’s

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