Lyrics:
and Grants
Bitches all down in my pants
Naw mama back up it's money I here to get it's,
Paper over pussy nigga, paper over pussy nigga
POP poppin', that's how
on the Hennessy until a nigga fallin
[Jim Jones]
Jones... now I'ma push it to the limit, I was dyin to be the boss
And we was up early cause grindin was a sport
himself
Invented the zone in basketball
It's inventor he helped
I first got acquainted with Jim
At Haskell Institute, we were
Twelve years of age. Jim
Shit
It's Wiz Khalifa man
This shit hot, right?
Now don't blink cause the flow is closer, don't think
True diplomat, no Jim Jones and no Pink
Jim Jones: Go... Could you be my psychiatrist and make
sure that my brain is right
And I heard that you love to sue,
you betta make sure that ya aim
at the Set
Jim Jones:
It goes get 'em daddy (Goonies)
Told niggaz they sick and flabby
Young, fly, rich and every nigga wit' me faky (We ballin')
(Get 'em
athletes could cover debts
But they used fakes names to get by the rules
Can't be an amateur if your money's in the books
A shady game that Jim Thorpe played
me Sonic
Illegal by twelve, but I can still cop it
Came from the back, thought I had no options
Hop in a coupe, now your girl's poppin'
Breaking
never ever fill up my shoes
H1 or H2, I swear I'ma get it
And when I get it I swear, you gon be looking shitty mayn
Mike Jones be gripping grain, uh
gets crossed ain't no letting it slide
See I was taught that the world a ghetto and it comes with rules by which we abide
Got it locked, working like
(Voice: Jim)
It was a mornin' kinda' cool and
There wasn't much to do
The sun was up shinin' high
But I was feelin' low
I was sittin' home alone
me i can be me
I'm a be me i can't copy no man
I'm a be me look how diddy dance
I can't do that
And I don't wear my clothes like Jim Jones
You know
how it feels
To get off the road with trucks and four wheels
Jump on in, and man, tell your friends
We'll raise some hell where the black top ends
Carolina time, grab the fishing line.
Gonna get old Jim with the yellow-backed fly.
Bought it in a store, paid a little more.
Gonna catch that
after dark with that jewellery on
To come see a bitch, that what he get it
We on dark roads with no street lights
That pistol play after fist fights
That's hard body, Jim Jones
Niggas know the sound of how we switch on him
Finna wild out on a Tip song
Better make a toast, nigga, Tip home
First get
after dark with that jewellery on
To come see a bitch, that what he get it
We on dark roads with no street lights
That pistol play after fist fights
Hello police TPD
This here's Marlene Jones on Burns drive
I'm calling to complain about my neighbors
It looks like they're having another one
Lauren
Her and the car foreign
Got my red Dre Beats on, tryna put my peeps on
And I keep it hood like this Phantom is a Nissan
Where my nigga Jim Jones at?
the bra
Got dem titties lookin soft
Keep the blicky in the car
'Cause it get tricky wit the law
Hope you not afraid of loss
All my people play it raw
Keep
hesitating, cause I got what you're looking for, (Oh yeah, yeah)
And I got one word, one word to describe ya,
Oh, you're precious.
[Jim Jones]
(Uh, Jones
bitch
Uh
I’m not, whatchu mean
Aye bitch stop poppin it you know I’m that thing
I’m that niga bitch
See this gold in my rings
This shit not
I'm gon' call up Fiji Jim
Tell him to get on a plane
Tell him to bring his electric guitar
Tell him to get in the stage
Been a hell of a week, hell
Jim Jones tell a baby I'm cappo
Baby pop that pussy like a Snapple
Pop pop that pussy
My ring cost a whole lotta money and it kushy
No treat me like no
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