​jenga 3 lyrics

[Intro]
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[Chorus]
Yeah, kidnap him, put him in a Honda (Nope)
I got a stick on me like I'm in Uganda
b*tch, I'm bipolar like that n*gga who dropped Donda (What?)
These n*ggas ride my wave like, b*tch, cowabunga (Taah)
b*tch, I stack the blicks like Jenga blocks
n*ggas ain't do sh*t like Rick Fox
b*tch, I grind in, put pain in (Nope)
You in the background, Paul Heyman
b*tch, I'm dumb as f*ck like a caveman
How you street n*gga named Raymond?
I don't like black people like I'm Damon (Nope)
I'm not Irish, I ain't [?]
I want bread, n*gga, f*ck being famous
You is a fed, n*gga, I don't want your payment (Nope)
We put a n*gga head in the pavement
I got my mama in the basement
I give a rapper beats likе a placement
Looking for beef, n*gga, like I'm clout chasing
If it's beef, thеn you know that I'm lookin' for it (What?)
We catch him loafin'
Down bad, you know that we record it (What?)
These n*ggas snitching, they report it (What?)
I smoke blacks like every morning (What?)
He want smoke, he can't afford it (What?)
These n*ggas gay, I don't support it (Don't support it)