Lyrics:
Be like you wan dey jones
You no go grind, you dey chat with your data, goat
(Chat with your data goat, chat with your data)
With your data, goat
You
talk too loose
Again, I talk too open and free
I pay a high price for my open talking
Like you do for your silent mystery
Come and talk to me
talk too loose
Again, I talk too open and free
I pay a high price for my open talking
Like you do for your silent mystery
Come and talk to me
[Pitbull]
Hey Jim Jones,
Let's Show These Boys How It Really Goes Down
Hey Lil Jon,
U Know What We Tell These Boys When They Campin Out Wit
praying I don't crash and burn
If you riding, you know it's whatever
You touch anyone that I love
And It's going down like a lever
It's going down like
understand
Just what you will say when you get home
Because something is happening here but you don't know what it is
Do you, Mr. Jones?
You raise up
could play you a song to say what I can't speak (oh)
Like I used to play Norah Jones on the radio coincidentally (yeahh)
It's crazy you and I
We're
good and a big fat goo
so I can puff and blow smoke on a hater like you
[Hook]
[Mike Jones]
Makin money is all I know
24's is all I roll
killa dro
Yea, the game tight, get ya game right
This is for my hustlers out to get it each and every night
You know the FEDS on us they been watching like a prize
jumped)
Verse1:
I'm a short nigga, only 5’4/
But everybody wanna fight like I know Tae Bo/
Fuck that, my homie standin' by, he a psycho/
You wanna fight
You donkeys know this
Forgive me, that's my passion talkin' (Haha)
Sometimes I feel like Farrakhan
(Haha) talkin' to Mike Wallace (Haha)
I think y'all
August 85 fell a star from the sky
Im tryna make it, I ain't tryna make it by
My mind on tha prize
Know you're tired of the lies
They said rap died, but
But you get outta line, I'll cut you off
Treat ya like a jig baby you know what it is
Don't fuck with you kids, I make sure I'm on my bizz
Juugman
Never give up that's all I know
Never give up
Never give up that's all I knowww
Never give up that's all I know
Never fold up like I'm jay Jones
I
starstruck, my shit crack, you a pipe fiend, where your clip be?
My name all in your hoes mouth like my dick be
They know not who they test
Father forgive
say you fucking fool
When I write man I feel like someone else
Don't know whose in my head but damn they always yell
Keep em locked up they got
of tyrants and violence,
I'm flossing my diamonds, by the grace of Capo, in he mist of the hood, and it should be all good,
But murders go down, you know they
and I'm ready to put dick in yo back
'cause you know how to act when you hit me on the cell
You don't be leavin me messages like you mad as hell
You tell me
And If you not thinking Tink
Then I don't wanna know what you thinking because
There's nothing else worth thinking about
Life doesn't get better by chance
people they strong
Ain't Mike Jones
Get the fuck up off my phone
Lil' hoe like this
For those of you who think this a diss
Run up on me pawing at my wrist
please you already know that it's my way
It's not so hard to go and get it look at me
We ain't making no noise just for some leverage no
Trina keep calling
and
Seen bright lights in the midst of clouds and then
Talked to God, feeling like his child again
Said Lord let me live so I can make you proud again
Uh, I think why'all know by now it's F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S (uh, yeah)
I think why'all know by now it's
You ain't never seen a nigga this large (nah)
lips on Satan's dick
And you love it
I puts it down like yea ande glass, jars from waters bubbling
Still tubbling
I puts it down like Roy Jones
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