Video February de Jimbo World 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Jimbo World - February Lyrics

[Intro]
(Tre made this beat)
(Drell's on the track)
(AKel)

[Chorus]
I dropped a twenty-eight like it's February
I got some shooters, I ain't even never worried
That boy got thirty, call him Stephen Curry
All this fuckin' ice, all this fuckin' jewelry
I dropped a twenty-eight like it's February
I got some shooters, I ain't even never worried
That boy got thirty, call him Stephen Curry
All this fuckin' ice, all this fuckin' jewelry

[Verse 1]
Young nigga out the bottom, talkin' 'bout the trеnches
Had to make it out, went from rags to thеm riches
I remember watchin' my cousin, he was doin' the dishes
I remember watchin' my cousin, he was playin' with fishes
Nowadays, these young niggas goin' to see the dentist
Johnny Dang, for thirty bands, he'll have you glistenin'
My lil' nigga'll do it for free, I'll have you missin'
I'm standin' in the kitchen, you know I'm water whippin'
I just kept flippin', then I kept flippin'
Can't be blowin' up my phone, baby girl, you're trippin'
I'm handlin' business, I'm swangin' them Benzes
I bought you a business, now tell me the business
[Chorus]
I dropped a twenty-eight like it's February
I got some shooters, I ain't even never worried
That boy got thirty, call him Stephen Curry
All this fuckin' ice, all this fuckin' jewelry
I dropped a twenty-eight like it's February
I got some shooters, I ain't even never worried
That boy got thirty, call him Stephen Curry
All this fuckin' ice, all this fuckin' jewelry

[Verse 2]
I got diamonds at the bottom, diamonds at the top
Pullin' off in somethin' fast, leavin' out the lot
All it take is one stove, give me one pot
Watch me drop a twenty-eight, nigga, like it's hot
I got the best dope on the block
Shit been swangin' all day, it's gettin' kinda hot
Pockets filled up with money, talkin' big knots
I'm a young nigga, so I need a big watch
I'ma be fresh as hell, nigga, if the feds watch
I done had dope get delivered in the mailbox
I done broke so many scales, I need another clock
This bitch trapped out for real, I need another spot

[Chorus]
I dropped a twenty-eight like it's February
I got some shooters, I ain't even never worried
That boy got thirty, call him Stephen Curry
All this fuckin' ice, all this fuckin' jewelry
I dropped a twenty-eight like it's February
I got some shooters, I ain't even never worried
That boy got thirty, call him Stephen Curry
All this fuckin' ice, all this fuckin' jewelry