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Jimmy crack corn and I don't care
Trying to get you in your underwear, yeah
And if you don't get down in that way
Then baby girl we can kick it

loved by many
So when you see me betta' keep that same energy
Flex on my enemies, flex
Sex cutting all the strings
They like say less but closed mouths

But I keep it clean for the cameras
You never gone notice the blammer
Till I need a hammer
Im building a fire with manners
Im tryna be like jimmy kimmel

Bitch I be bitch I be
Bitch I be writing my lyrics
All of this sound comes from my room
It's a bedroom not a studio
But im still better than you
Yeah

Wrist on ice freeze, 30 below
Yeah, cause we got every genre covered
Time to run up them numbers
Did it with no label, you know we cannot be governed

Man im so high I cant feel my spleen 
Man im in a movie no movie scene
Yeah
Im the realest you done ever seen 
Motherfucker I gotta glock with a read

Completely dedicated
Might be medicated
Yeah
You know that I stay lit
Yeah
I’m just trying to stick it in drive
I ain’t got no time look in my eyes

you fucking with the opps or cops then dont come my way

(Verse 1)
Man they doing too much you talk shit i call your bluff I'm smart enough not get

to the floor, these bullets gon drag him
And No, we ain't boxin', them shits gon jab him
And niggas be thinkin' I'm light
So, it's bout' to get dark, when I'm

come at me with accusations that ain't true (don't)
Cause Imma LMFAO if you can't come with proof
Don't speak on my fucking name if you just gon' be rude

On a Sunday Afternoon

Lighter Shade of Brown

Raza Radio

2002

just like a fool
Went back to his car with nothing he could do
All the cars in the parking lot low profiling
And everywhere you look you see somebody

tell by now my jimmy is riled
I've got my fuckin gat ready
Shes just a rodent to this game, she might even be a rat maybe
You were born for nothin for no

the fucking one
Straight up confusing you you was use to the usual
Come in a different squares with them colors a rubiks cubicle
What you hearing is beautiful

had to look at
But I know you've been in this rut man, for too long
You've never got to hear a damn better song

Than the one with which you sing

rock man just look at my hands
Burberry socks yea I feel like the man
100 you talk but that talk I could walk
My moves they be tracking these niggas all

Like Jimmy Cliff, ah di harder they come
Lighting a spliff with a spark of me gun
Highest of grades under di the sun, yeah

Smoking my own strain
I

fuck with you then it's stuck
I got some dead rappers in the trunk
I got some opp niggas I'm rolling up
Find me a forest he dumped no gump
King B made

They call me Quicksand Jimmy
With the hand moves
She said, "I'm smoking more than ever"
I don't blame you
Weed smoke passing by a nigga
Like the time do

was, then in '65
Lou Reed and John Cale in
A Ludlow Street dive
Had a similar musical spin
Also on acoustic guitar and violin
With even more New York

Marathon Man
Runnin' to the top

I'm runnin' runnin' runnin' yeah
Yeah yeah yeah

I remember when we did it with passion
To be an individual was somethin'

of her puss, so what?
My dead homie Blaze be doin' that with his butt
I'm still fuckin her (you got a jimmy?) Do I got one?
I'm rockin' a Lumbee indian

even beat his coke headed ass
Think bout it often, doing harm cuz I’m controlled by the past
Got me scrapping wit my father while I’m coping with that

just beat it, I'm bad like Mike
I know, cause you hear a smooth criminal on the mic
Sheesh
I got heat like Jimmy B
Like a butler, how I'm serving these

us
Ain't nobody near us or above us
Find me in the crib with yo lover
We be under covers
Ohh she scream my name when she
Yeah I can't give you all my