Jeff Hardy lyrics

Yeah, let’s go
I can’t even feel my body
Can’t feel my body
I can’t even feel my (my body)
(Your listening to Yhapojj)
Yeah, let’s go

[Verse]
I can’t even feel my body
SRT not a ‘rari
This b*tch text me sorry
f*cking that ho Jeff Hardy
I kick this b*tch like a [?]
[?]
Yeah, white boy swag they telling me, “Yhap you gnarly”
I tell that b*tch get the camera, recording this b*tch iCarly
I tell that ho where yo’ stamina?
Ho ran out of breath hardly
We get to [?]
He shoot the top, the top shoot far
I tell that ho, I’m a star
I pop a- huh bar
If I see bro right there lil bro gon’ die
[?] play your part
Yeah, tell a n*gga play his cards
Hit a n*gga just like a dart
We shoot his ass in the dark (right in the dark)
Lame ass n*gga right there
b*tch play yo cards
I hit the b*tch like a [?]
I tell the ho, “I can swim”
You tryna f*ck I can work out
[?] like who is that?
You tryna f*ck like I knew that
I tell that ho it’s a new day
I’m tryna f*ck, I don’t care about you
I tell that ho I don’t care about- I tell the ho we can’t work out [?]
I tell that ho where your [?]
I tell that ho she a dummy
I tell that ho I’m surrounded by the money
I tell that ho she a dummy
I tell that ho I love me some money
I’m in love with a new b*tch her name Symani
Flippin that b*tch feelin’ like Jumanji
Jumping on that boy, yeah, yeah, feelin’ like bungee
This ho do coke, white on her nose
I told a ho what you talkin?
[?]
Red [?] all my clothes
[Verse 2]
Woo, lets go
Oh, oh, oh, oh
When I’m flipping that b*tch like a spell
When I’m flipping that b*tch I could [?]
I tell that ho I get cash
I tell that ho she gonna flip out
But this [?] I’m gon rip her rip stick
Sweep that ho like a broom
She get [?] like a broomstick
Time to get like two hits
Like two flips
I tell that ho I’m too lit
I pop a perc I was too lit
I took a- ha I was too sick
Yeah, I just threw up off the f*ckin’ perc, I was too sick uh