"Jamba" as written by Tyler Okonma and Gerard Long....
Papa ain't call me even though he saw me on TV
It's all good (fuck you...)
But now my balls balls deep in this broad's jaw
Swallow girl, it's just nut
Bitches scared to let me smash on they ass
Yeah, they heard I'm fucking nuts like the swag of a fag
Like me and Tekeli was gagging in the back of the cabin
Camp Flog Gnaw nigga, you can tell by the badge
(Hodgy pass me my inhaler, fuck)
I'm sick of all the hacking and coughing
I'm often this fucking awesome, I'm animal Noah's Ark
And all this from rapping nonsense
Four stories in my home like what the fuck's an apartment?
Nigga, get shit popping like Peter's pores during puberty
Take bets on how quick Tyler can reach maturity
Cussing out Siri like a waitress with no patience
Oh, you want a tip, bitch?
Well here's my dick for gratuity, bitch

Shut 'em down
Nigga, shut 'em down

[Hodgy Beats]
I tumble crush on huzzy sluts
Give money up, then nutty butt
Professor nutty buddy Klump gets petty when you touch his lunch
Like what the fuck, I'm drunk as fuck
Turn the fucking music up so I can't hear these stupid fucks
Talk no walk, let you discuss
You're talking too much, who the fuck are you to us?
Uterus, I put that on my pubes and nuts
If I don't begin moving up, I'm shooting up
You and her, crew on turf, new dessert
I can see the bitch in a nigga through his shirt
I can smell the whore on a bitch when she walk around my crew to flirt
It's on your shoulder, lose the dirt
Yeah it's the movement first, fuck a human nurse
I'm ill, I use this earth to infuse the birth
Of my scrotum on the Channel 10 news
My only motive is to skip to my Lu, get hip to the pew
You can drink piss and eat my dick in a few
The sickening view of visuals, I'll eat your ribs, I'm a wolf
Then meet your kids after school and give them drugs
Cause it's cool, fucker

Shut 'em down
Nigga, shut 'em down

Fuck this beat, nigga let's smoke weed
That shit I need be the shit that's green
A little purple and pink and get some swisher sweets
About three or four more than needed be
I got an eighth I can face, I got a blunt flavored grape
I hate the grape, I can taste it while I'm inhaling the vapes (shit)
You can smell us in places
When we walk in our clothing is always covered in flakes
Enough for two shake blunts and what the fuck is this? (uh...)
I think this mary is laced
My heart is beating at paces that Pacquiao can't relate
I'm fucking faded like gradients, shit I'm stuck like tape
That's super glued to the center of Kelly Price's first waist
It's like my first date with Mrs. Mary, the shit is scary
The paranoia from this marijuana very heavy
I'm lifted, fainted by my fifth hit
Lionel pass the sherm, let's use the philly as a dipstick
For this bath salt, you dipshit

Shut 'em down

"Come on my nigga, you don't even smoke! You're weak as fuck my nigga, you do not smoke. No tux, my nigga. You're weak as fu... You're a butt, my nigga. Oh mark-ass nigga, oh my god bro. Here comes this weak ass nigga Samuel."

Lyrics submitted by hrenoir

Jamba (feat. Hodgy Beats) song meanings
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