J.I.D - Mounted Up lyrics

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J.I.D - Mounted Up lyrics

[Chorus] Ok, I'm mounted up High off the ground, watch me count it up Cop me a pound, burn it down with us Let's hit the town, is you down or nah? Look at me now, I done found me some [Verse 1] Treasure inside the trash Sever my hands reaching through the metal and gla** It's been a blast, feel the magic in the madness Give me your hands Give me pa**ion, anything that could equal some satisfaction Looking for love at the end of this Hen bottle Looking for pub', let me pen your next album Call from above, tell me J.I.D you been allowed to point it Remerged, kicking lyrics in the South, no issue Wipe that drizzle of your mouth, it's time to wake up the house Y'all n***as been playing Skins vs. Blouses I'mma keep my shirt on until some hoes come out Always keep your word, homie, I don't know nothing else I'm your father, go get a switch or a belt Interrupting my method, in here making this velvet Grab my dick and do a thrust with my pelvis My shoes suede, but don't f** with no Elvis I'm from the era of real sh**; k**-or-be-k**ed sh** k**-or-be real quick, float like bu*terfly Sting like k**er bee, flow worth kilograms You n***as k**in’ me thinkin’ you ill as me What's sh** to an enema, enemy? Anyone, get at me, I'm the epitome [Chorus] I'm mounted up High off the ground, watch me count it up Cop me a pound, burn it down with us Let's hit the town, is you down or nah? Look at me now I done found me a [Verse 2] Method to all the madness Checkin' my hands, checkin' my back Checkin' the cash, and checkin' and balancin' Hard work, callouses Gripping the challenge by the cabbage And I'm blackin' 'till it's no longer a factor Murder the-murder the game, k** it Metaphysical living, deranged vision Not a typical n***a, the same limit But I'm limited edition, I change prisms Am I trippin', a n***a be trippin' I'm feelin' like most of you n***as be slippin' Giving you tips and a n***a just went with it flippant Not sayin' you stupid, but hella reminiscent Oh them stupid n***as, what they do to n***as k** or shoot a n***a (die!) Then recruit a n***a, boot or suit a n***a Send em to the other side Is you gon' knuckle up for the ride? n***as is f**in' tough till its f**in' time Bet they motherf**, better buckle down Cause im comming up n***a, hella mounted Know my name cross hella counties (Hey J.I.D, ay) What's up shawty? Been around the world, ooh yeah Let me tell you 'bout it Keep your sh** cool, melencholy Keep your tool, sh**, met a baller Get some money, n***as be jelous So him and his fellas come deliver hella bodies Post robberies, another dead n***a no problem You happy 'cause we doin' your job I'm pulling everybody's hole card I never play with le boy toys I was busy inside of laboratories Lookin' out the window like a labrador And to the bullsh** I'm a matador In the pulpit like God's son, not a daddy's boy Cornered boar, carnivore, ready for any war Send em forward, fifty more, plenty more Gimme more, see me lord

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