Lyrics:
that bitch
Real estate, both houses on my wrist, yeah
Criss-cross my rim, Chrome Heart on my pants
Ten carat my earrings, them uncut gems
Jim Carrey
tree top of the trunk
Moonshine drunken monk, Ya head, get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin' bitches by the chunk
My name black, do words wanna
tree top of the trunk
Moonshine drunken monk, Ya head, get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin' bitches by the chunk
My name black, do words wanna
the deal, we gon' segregate the kids from the men like Jim Crowe, all loyalty that's how we treat the kinfolk. And I'm coming from a place where I been broke,
the woods
So he doesn't see us
Here's the cloth
Here's the black
Reconnaissance there is no turning back
Eric rode by
On his dirtbike
Jim and I
Woke behind
Jim and I
Jack says high
Ain't no
Jack in the
Box surprise
Grab you by
Your throat
You niggas
Better open
Your eyes
These niggas
Will x you out
Like a D
in my drink
I will pop you like a bean a shout out to Jim Bean
Chilling with Jim Bean sipping on Jim Bean
Got cash turning hard niggas into beanie bags
art always looking like we dipped it in butter
My Squad pull up looking like the cast of in living color
Damon weighing
Jim carrey all of them niggas
wars now they geeking freak bih
Told my lady you my only weakness
No slim Jim but she gripping on the beef stick, wait
La caballos got me moving in my v6
On my bag is two C's
Carry a light 10 G's
Been a Barbie Big B's
You OT I'm OC
These hoes Local
I'm Sippin Mojito Bi coastal
Foreign bitch overseas
the pipe then dip by the morning
Ferrari I hop in the whip and I’m flooring
Overseas chick I got two different foreigns
Always stay strapped with a glock Jim
to většinou oni co tady na mě šířej hate
Chudáci a nuly co by taky chtěli fame
Jenže se jim nedaří, no já na ně nechci bejt zlej
Všimni si úspěšný lidi pomluvy
Yeah
You dig (yeah)
Uncle Jim
It's Dolph
Ayy, it's just a whole lot of money
Nigga, please, you ain't got as much guap as me (uh)
You don't
on the timeline naked
Only fans cakin', these simps are amazin'
Payin' for some shit you can get for free
When Pornhub'll give you ten times the content
For no
[Intro/Chorus fading in and out in background]
Ok, ok, (heeeyyyy) yeah
We back in this bitch (Lovely Daze like this...)
Jim Jones nigga (you
secret.
There were always ants around the box your Majesty.
if the box were filled with precious gems and stones,
then there is no need for ants to be
the auto mag
I don't want a x box gotta have plenty ass
She just want to fuck me cause I cause I got the blues
She just want to fuck me cause I'm in the news
I keep my rims on the rocks
I keep my jims' on the rocks
I keep my drink on the rocks
That's how I'm living 'My life', 'My life', 'My life'
jiným jazykem
Moje město je narvaný haurama
Nechci to, nebaví mě tady ten bullshit
Na co bych tu vytahoval svůj dick? Říkal jim že dochčiju nejdál?
Mini
on the hornets
You stunged by a hornet
I'm the bat nigga you Jim Gordon
Heard yo powers still so domarment
Take that joint and snort it
I feel like morty when
at the same spot
What's my name?
[Chorus] (2x)
[Vocoder Box:]It's John Doe
[DJ Quik:] 4-5's spittin' up outta the
[Vocoder Box:]Four Door
[DJ Quik:] No
world!
Yo on foreign land keep your toast up hot rocks
Catch a close up your snot box broke up
Land shark tryin to post up reptiles
honey
How about some drink, yes some gin rummy
After that, come here and sit down
And put on tenderoni by mister bobbi brown
We waste no time, it was time
podskoczy nikt
Jestem królem lata na a stół wjeżdża Jim Beam ye
Ona trzęsie jak nikt jestem cały sztywny w mik
Jim Beama łyk twerkuj kiedy patrzy king
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