Lyrics:
it up, let's tie one on
I gotta get set to go and cut the lawn
So I grab my Walkman but before I cut
I go behind the garage and fire it up
to having violent psychotic
Quick devour polish it, politics
By the way I'm higher than the Eiffel Tower tip
I like writin'
But I will stick this pencil
ask why I'm too fucking fly
You cannot get in my way I'm not just getting by
Been killin this shit I never lost it
Still real as they get stay on my
Just just do it in a video
Just just do it in a video
Ladies love my music
And read the charts and
Call me mister only poppin'
I treat em good
seventeen ward block
Yes I issue more shit for you to cop, then store it by the docks
Hide the fun if you can't afford cops
So ain't no tellin where your
Where you from she replies
Whattup from FLORIDA
My name's KIM who are you? I wanna
Get to know more of ya
I replied I'm BOB no SEAN no
JIM JONES DRAKE nah
ballin' like Lonzo
These niggas overrated like Joe Flacco
Feelin' like Jim Jones, nigga, I'm a capo
I'ma flip a Rolls-Royce, I'm feelin' like Pop Smoke
the proof
I done sold the golden goose
I got 'em, baby, I'm Jim Perdue
Cocaine's Dr. Seuss
We sip Ace out the flutes
Chanel scarves out the roofs
If I
jones
"You'll be loved by the millions
And great at your task
But no one will see who is under the mask
Cover your face, Mr jones, my dear
It's hot
I'm a bottle of Jim
I'm a bottle anything you need
If you're way in the back
Or you couldn't get in
Twist the cap and take a drink
You can slam me down
Newton, and Liberace.
I don't wanna get no calls from none of you fools you see.
Only Tom Jones and the big E can call me.
Yeah, you know the number.
I'm Davy Jones's locker smith
Pickle lick she half way
Giving head like when a- just-
Just- just like GG Allin, eat my shit
You rodents talk alot of it
an expensive purse
She get amused by my words I spit another verse
If I ever left rap then I'll get a Mike Jones hey teachers leave them kids alone
I'll never be
I feel like it's time for change
Police killing our kind and don't get the blame
They prolly just do it for fame
The system fucked up all we can do
made by Quincy Jones
Leave a message by the beep and I still won't come to the phone
I just made an easy 50 simply running through a show
Aye please
on my mental, Still held it down, Stayed ten toe (Hope)
Pockets full of hopes and dreams, But they say the kid ballin' like Jim Jones (Ring)
Say my name
I Wanna Know prince Malik ft Jim Jones
I wanna know
Have you ever met somebody like me, me, me
I wanna know imagine driving cars, like this
Without
Well I'm around right now
And here I'll stand like it matters
Only once gets through and then gets scattered by the rain
But pain gives me the right
High jumped a five-nine bar in a work shirt and overalls
Pop Warner caught wind of it and put Jim on the track team right away
Had his best track star
kick ons
And all the chicks bomb, go get your rizz on
Here at the motherfuckin' kick
Who would've thought it was me
Drunk in the corner with weed
Up
to go and by the whole 'lot and...
Nigga tried by a whole block and
Tried to hustle, get a whole rock in
Nowadays it was '95, the way my niggas use to red
get it poppin' in the set
Aw, drop it down and break your neck
Yeah, out in Third Ward
Right there by the Frenchies
Every summer, I finesse it for
it up, let's tie one on
I gotta get set to go and cut the lawn
So I grab my Walkman but before I cut
I go behind the garage and fire it up
i'm like a dead end
You can't get nothing by me (Stop it)
I'm Nino Man, I keep shooters behind me
They knew how I was comin'
Already when 'Kiss signed
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