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2 Pistols - My World Lyrics and Video (Ft. Jim Jones & Ray Ray)
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Step into my world
Where we walk around with them things
If you get wrong we go bang
And we serious popping, we bang
Welcome to my world
Where we never sleeping with it
Keep them bank rolls and I feed it
Got it bad for them sinners
Welcome to my world
You gotta act right, talk right, walk right
Step into my world
Welcome to my world, welcome to my world
Welcome to my world
It’s me against the world, the world
And it’s been that way since a young nigga bout trigger play
Hurt my arm letting off that cake
Money better be the conversation, otherwise, no compensation
No, I don’t really do friends, brother, brother count big faced Benjamins
In my world, we sell cocaine, crack and pot, what’s your thing?
Pounds of weed with no blow, man, sweet lick, kick the door, man
My young nigga go run in, bare face, no mask on
And I wanna send a message but they drop the ball on my last song
First deal they try to rape a nigga, second deal, they tried to hold me back
Politics like a motherfucker, through it all a nigga back
Loving all these screwed faces, loving all these fake gaps
Nigga, I’m just getting warmed up, I ain’t even pushed on the gas yet
Step into my world
Where we walk around with them things
If you get wrong we go bang
And we serious popping, we bang
Welcome to my world
Where we never sleeping with it
Keep them bank rolls and I feed it
Got it bad for them sinners
Welcome to my world
You gotta act right, talk right, walk right
Step into my world
Welcome to my world, welcome to my world
Welcome to my world
I’m in a different world…
We go for but we still stay part of the scene
You know one side of them guns riding every car we at
We like fuck that, we bad guns, we party at
In my world I spend a fortune on care
Little niggas getting killed for the same clothes we wear
Yeah, I hear you, gold all on your watch
Where I’m from if you get caught, you get shot
Wanted hustlers, they diligent, respected
Mommas think their kids getting neglected
I seen prom queen turn molly fiends
Good college girls turned stripper bitch, dollar and a dream
Step into my world
Where we walk around with them things
If you get wrong we go bang
And we serious popping, we bang
Welcome to my world
Where we never sleeping with it
Keep them bank rolls and I feed it
Got it bad for them sinners
Welcome to my world
You gotta act right, talk right, walk right
Step into my world
Welcome to my world, welcome to my world
Step into my world
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Thursday, January 23, 2014 |
Jim Jones - Forgive Lyrics and Video (Ft. TWO)
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I tell ‘em welcome to the main attraction
Where these niggas let these bitches be their main distraction
I’ve been known to make these white girls wet
And I could show you how these white girls stretch
No bit cramp, sunlight heated yoga
Just a stove in a pot and I need some soda
There’s a party in my watch, I don’t need promoters
Got the transparent hood, you could see the motor
Huh, apparently she’s a deep-throater
And they tell me watch my language cuz I speak vulgar
In a cold so hot it’s hard to come up
Tried hard to make the room before the girl left at sun up
I swear to god, all the cars like I hunt up
They got the game now and gets us like 1 up
The game even, it ain’t easy
I’ve seen niggas still lose the chip to San Seezy
Get on my knees and pray (knees and pray) day and night
I move on, I make it right
The success don’t come over night
We’re vampires, we own the night
I came from nothing, now my money right
Turned up into something, now my niggas tight
This for my niggas, they never see the light
Just keep your head up, they here if something bright
It break my heart to see my man working 9 to 5
He was the man, you got the grams from a ’95
As I recall, in my brand new 95′s
‘Nore the sweats, tryna get my hands on the pie
I cut the grams like a samurai
Had to know if was taking flicks like I’m camera shy
I used to make love to a Gemini
A couple friends of mine, they are now my frenemies
Want to see the enemy, I guess they are my enemies
Shit, but it’s like a distant memory
Cuz, it’s mazel tov in the world dog
In all the simplest problems you get hold off
Have your plans and the dogs get cocked off
Used to dribble through the night like a ball court
So I pay the lidder slight, bitch my own course
So I pay the lidder slight, bitch my own course
Get on my knees and pray (knees and pray) day and night
I move on, I make it right
The success don’t come over night
We’re vampires, we own the night
I came from nothing, now my money right
Turned up into something, now my niggas tight
This for my niggas, they never see the light
Just keep your head up, they here if something bright
Rune fast clear as the air that is blue
Took ‘er to the roof with the aerial view
That’s when she showed her venereal view
While I’m smoking loud like the stereo bloom
It’s the glamorous life
Where we roll around with the hammers in sight
Cuz most niggas ain’t seen a hundred grand in their sight
Pop bottles in the club at a credit scammer’s price
A gutter nigga made mills and burned ‘em
Still got a couple mills burning
Iowa west told me 8 mill would turn him
So I burn another blunt, in my Ferrari wheels turnin’
I love a pretty bitch and some platforms
In the back of the back with the back drawn
Peter C’s got ‘er back warm
Hot Nelly CD, repeat action
I was just in the lobby with the Mag drawn
Having nightmares a nigga comin’ back for ‘I’m
But they say that’s not like me though
Just like they said I’m not likely to blow I tell ‘em welcome to the main attraction
Where these niggas let these bitches be their main distraction
I’ve been known to make these white girls wet
And I could show you how these white girls stretch
No bit cramp, sunlight heated yoga
Just a stove in a pot and I need some soda
There’s a party in my watch, I don’t need promoters
Got the transparent hood, you could see the motor
Huh, apparently she’s a deep-throater
And they tell me watch my language cuz I speak vulgar
In a cold so hot it’s hard to come up
Tried hard to make the room before the girl left at sun up
I swear to god, all the cars like I hunt up
They got the game now and gets us like 1 up
The game even, it ain’t easy
I’ve seen niggas still lose the chip to San Seezy
Get on my knees and pray (knees and pray) day and night
I move on, I make it right
The success don’t come over night
We’re vampires, we own the night
I came from nothing, now my money right
Turned up into something, now my niggas tight
This for my niggas, they never see the light
Just keep your head up, they here if something bright
It break my heart to see my man working 9 to 5
He was the man, you got the grams from a ’95
As I recall, in my brand new 95′s
‘Nore the sweats, tryna get my hands on the pie
I cut the grams like a samurai
Had to know if was taking flicks like I’m camera shy
I used to make love to a Gemini
A couple friends of mine, they are now my frenemies
Want to see the enemy, I guess they are my enemies
Shit, but it’s like a distant memory
Cuz, it’s mazel tov in the world dog
In all the simplest problems you get hold off
Have your plans and the dogs get cocked off
Used to dribble through the night like a ball court
So I pay the lidder slight, bitch my own course
So I pay the lidder slight, bitch my own course
Get on my knees and pray (knees and pray) day and night
I move on, I make it right
The success don’t come over night
We’re vampires, we own the night
I came from nothing, now my money right
Turned up into something, now my niggas tight
This for my niggas, they never see the light
Just keep your head up, they here if something bright
Rune fast clear as the air that is blue
Took ‘er to the roof with the aerial view
That’s when she showed her venereal view
While I’m smoking loud like the stereo bloom
It’s the glamorous life
Where we roll around with the hammers in sight
Cuz most niggas ain’t seen a hundred grand in their sight
Pop bottles in the club at a credit scammer’s price
A gutter nigga made mills and burned ‘em
Still got a couple mills burning
Iowa west told me 8 mill would turn him
So I burn another blunt, in my Ferrari wheels turnin’
I love a pretty bitch and some platforms
In the back of the back with the back drawn
Peter C’s got ‘er back warm
Hot Nelly CD, repeat action
I was just in the lobby with the Mag drawn
Having nightmares a nigga comin’ back for ‘I’m
But they say that’s not like me though
Just like they said I’m not likely to blow
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Wednesday, June 13, 2012 |
Gucci Mane - Kansas Lyrics and Video (Ft. Jim Jones)
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Gucci Mane,
Jim Jones
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[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Shawty cooler than fan, but her man not needed
Got a real hot mama, she a stone cold freak
10 girls in my suite, brought sand to the beach
Got a nigga from the country, call two times a week
I’m in a red Maserati with some snow white seats
And when I skeet I try to aim it at her snow white teeth
Red bottoms on the wood, watchin’ the Hawks play the Heat
Brought the whole Bricksquad, 10 grand every seat
6 ounces and a liter that’s a dirty sweet tea
I’m a put this game on bad bitch that I meet
I’m a zone 6 king and my jeans got wings
I’m a rich girl’s fantasy, a poor girl’s dream
[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Hold up stop the track, let’s get some understandin’
I’m servin’ softball, I pitch underhanded
Your girlfriend said she like me but I’m too demandin’
Bitch shut the fuck up and take these 10 bricks to Kansas
My stash done got so big that I can’t rubber band it
My plug be speakin’ Spanish I can’t understand it
So stop the track my nigga let’s get some understandin’
Bitch shut the fuck up and take these 10 bricks to Kansas
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Now I can’t dance a lick but look my diamonds dancin’
Rap or trap my nigga I’m a take my chances
I had a couple … didn’t go down how I planned it
I guess I fronted him too much, he couldn’t handle it
You disrespect the Squad then you get reprimanded
Blowin’ kush in the house, she smokin’ second handed
I got the whole pack sold ‘fo the pack landed
Chicken bags in the trap, call it hand to handin’
And you ain’t gotta shop with me that’s fine and dandy
Two ways, four nines call it Georgia candy
Cookin’ dope in Lou Vuittion cause I’m kinda fancy
I met your bitch at the bar, got her two shots of Brandy
[Hook: Gucci Mane]
[Verse 3: Jim Jones]
Hold up wait, let me explain
Half my niggas move ki’s of ‘caine
Jewish lawyers what we’ve attained
In my car’s where she give brain
Bought the … of Dorthy
Yellow road, sellin’ bricks
Big face, yellow wrist, drop top, hello bitch
Cut the shit, make sure that we see eye to eye
We got them birds and they don’t fly up in the sky
Bitch, and you gon’ take this trip to Kansas
And you gon’ get them bricks of dandruff
I wash the money like it’s Head & Shoulders
I watch the money like a deadly cobra
And hit my phone once you got the bricks
You hit the road you better hold it if you gotta piss
[Hook: Gucci Mane]
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Monday, May 28, 2012 |
Jim Jones - 60 Rackz Lyrics and Video
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Jim Jones
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It’s all about that paper, niggas ain’t pimping right…
60 rackz in my pockets, where my bottles at?
60 rackz in my pockets, …
I’m all about that motherfucking paper hoe
This song goes out to all my money making hoes
60 rackz in my pocket, 60 rackz in my jeans
60 rackz in my rocket top back when I lean
I pull up in that motherfucking phantom ghost
This song goes out to all my niggas getting dough
60 rackz in my pocket, 60 rackz in my jeans
60 rackz in my rocket top back when I lean
I got my top back when I lean, got that in my jeans
Can’t believe I … rackz in the pocket of my jeans
Now that … my dreams, make that chop, choppa gonna scream
Violating will catch him sleeping and pop, pop at your dreams
Drop black when I cop that, you only got that in your dreams
She suck my dick and then swallow it and then put the dick back in my jeans
Blown nose, … getting top back on that beam
For the … like it is got back for my rings
… my team got that glock strapped in my. ..
Rolling dice and we had to stop cause them cops back on the scene
G… and I twist the back and I told them 40 was in it
Double park with that engine running and the fly Shawty was in it
I’m all about that motherfucking paper hoe
This song goes out to all my money making hoes
60 rackz in my pocket, 60 rackz in my jeans
60 rackz in my rocket top back when I lean
I pull up in that motherfucking phantom ghost
This song goes out to all my niggas getting dough
60 rackz in my pocket, 60 rackz in my jeans
60 rackz in my rocket top back when I lean
I say I … my waist, diamond’s clear like a good day
I was thinking bout Miami, took that … out to L.A.
I don’t need … all I need a fresh pair jays
Talk about them champions, them 6 …
They nothing changed…
Drop top and we pumping heat
Cause them niggas know we kill summers
…they be stunting, grand slamming these hoes
Man these niggas out here they just bumping
Pockets hold about 60, if I … they crispy
Talking dirty…we both let the spark…
I’m a fly boy, my billy… I buy toys off ceiling nigga
I’m all about that motherfucking paper hoe
This song goes out to all my money making hoes
60 rackz in my pocket, 60 rackz in my jeans
60 rackz in my rocket top back when I lean
I pull up in that motherfucking phantom ghost
This song goes out to all my niggas getting dough
60 rackz in my pocket, 60 rackz in my jeans
60 rackz in my rocket top back when I lean.
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Friday, March 16, 2012 |
Jim Jones - No Church In The Wild Lyrics and Video (Ft. Trav)
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Jim Jones
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Same glass if ti
Pray for me
This body wanna lot i’ll be flow
And i keep guns in my maserati car
Came up in the slums everybody pour
Tryin to get money puppy got the ..
Ten grants a hug till i party hard
Trips in miami drop..
Can we work with the..stars
Before i houpt out cut the floor
And my seat got the..is hard
Full speed will stop for long
Tell me slow it down till i..
Yeah they say jewels they were all crooks
So got em all.. It was all..
I do movies i should get a war
I love to see the.. I should get em ..
..course and i know..
Gone took.. Damn four years for the..
You say nice and bitch this is all me
Before you buy the cope you should know the..
And niggas call six hundred ….
And we get blunt we’re bout to big v’s every big..
And the niggas say they can’t front it
Then will say niggas can’t front em
What some nick to dial
What’s some down to outs
What’s some..to pound
What’s some pound to a nigga who kickes
And have respect for anything, anything,
Anything,anything
Crack ding then went different
When things..phone ringing
Out of work, they get the voice message
..no folks in, try ..we cope scale
Black top i’m a jet star
Still spin it on the whole money
These niggas ain’t got owe money
I got the swag and is so funny
..god blessed and ..
Blood cup ..you make a connect
I made my first hundred ough powder
I’ma make a million on sower
Mama skin that the ..wash
I’m tryin to see the drink cup
..plugged in, plugged out
Mexicans.. Tryin to see with plug out
..pop again take the world and pop again
What some nick to dial
What’s some down to outs
What’s some..to pound
What’s some pound to a nigga who kickes
And have respect for anything, anything,
Anything,anything
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Monday, February 06, 2012 |
Jim Jones - Red Rum Lyrics and Video (Ft. Mel Matrix & Trav)
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Jim Jones,
Mel Matrix,
Trav
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We’re neighborhood reefer, reefer
Cause me and … keep rocking over here son, here son
Keep it tough talking over there bro
Ah, nigga, what they saying nigga?
First she roll, she roll
What they saying nigga?
First she roll, she roll
… Ah, let them up, let them up, red rum
I’m from a rich … and pro diddy
Popping up big broads with the holes in it
Bitch we hit your ride up, leave holes in it
… on your bitch mind, but this ain’t whole bizness
…I could have got you hit when you was partying
But little niggas got an itch, let me body him
You know the 44 kick let me karate you
For me to stretch a nigga out straight Pilates him
Don’t respect the thunder till they see the rain
You get less for a body than …
…with the solar panel
You can catch me on tv, niggas know the channel
I told the vale just let it roll
You know we keep it honest you gotta get your guns
Bitch let … mama tell him get …
cause when I bag this hammer out this nigga better run
What neighborhood coming from ?
Cause me and … keep rocking over here son, here son
Keep it tough talking over there bro
Ah, nigga, what they saying nigga?
First she roll, she roll
What they saying nigga?
First she roll, she roll
Ah, let them up, let them up, red rum
You should really look at things from my perspective
I’ll have them shooting out your block until you call detective
I can’t talk about the skels and bones I collected
But I can name every single movie I directed
Talk slick on the strip, strip them butt naked
I pack a 50 some shit is just unexpected
Cause the … alone will run your ass a couple bucks, pricey
What hood you from nigga, … get lone gun nigga
Mvp that gang, let it bang where I’m from
… I’m out yeah, big boy rolling when I’m in the streets
Some … money sex, money…
I’m feeling really fresh when I’m on the scene
Ready to run, ready to hide, ready to die, ready to ride
What neighborhood coming from ?
Cause me and … keep rocking over here son, here son
Keep it tough talking over there bro
Ah, nigga, what they saying nigga?
First she roll, she roll
What they saying nigga?
First she roll, she roll
Ah, let them up, let them up, red rum
The coop or the…on fish bone
Defecating all niggers got a weak code
And we all hot headed…so we heat holing
And the gangstas all in…
This gps has them bullets tracked
How you family gather…
Slick talking, you get murked over…
Transporter like the road runner
Never hesitate to squeeze em up for sho gunner
Working…strip constipated…
Respect the rules and the regulation
Brain light goons get the regulating
… got a coldest…
Scarface with a hammer, I’m a …
What neighborhood coming from ?
Cause me and … keep rocking over here son, here son
Keep it tough talking over there bro
Ah, nigga, what they saying nigga?
First she roll, she roll
What they saying nigga?
First she roll, she roll
Ah, let them up, let them up, red rum.
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Wednesday, December 14, 2011 |
"So Cold" Lyrics - Jim Jones
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Jim Jones
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last year i spent a ... on a new ..
this shit sixty fifth with the new..
i’m talking on black with a lot of birds
and they say i’m on .. with a lot of nerve
and ..sixty rappers show you how to ..
still stand back put your size .. clear
i’ma boze up if you ain’t not ..
if she’s not going back i hope you got the word
until is uncle .. murder if it was beef i ate the last ..
..twenty first class .. and you know she got the ..
chorus:
i’m cold, ..little sociate
hot boy boy i will melt you.
i’m cold, ..little sociate
hot boy boy i will melt you.
you know my ... and i’ma .. here ..
and i’ma .. but i’m here ...
i’m lucky at the game and i had enough
reason truck money they ain’t enough
i want a cowboy ..luck, you think .. get hitten
one get hit .. and push luck we gonna hit the ..
we don’t give a f*ck and you can hit the ..
you ain’t .. and you can catch me in the truck ..
i feel the .. i’m talking long these niggas ..
i had to get it all i had to piss em off
get a lot of ...
i had to rose .. i had to get the .. in case i ..
[chorus:]
..when you freeze ...
...call it amnesia, i know i forgot something
i forgot about the wolves because i ain’t see the top
you know the rules go slow when you see the..
..to go slow .. thirty below like three clock no feels with it
when is brain new ...
do a .. about your life how you did it with it .. ‘cause i .. with it
i hear you talk about how dope you rap
let’s not talk about how dope you ..
‘cause you .. like how you .. the summer hit.
[chorus:]
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Thursday, June 30, 2011 |
"What's Your BBM" Lyrics - Jim Jones (Ft. Hardluck, Lady H & HIM)
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intro:
play this record as frequently as possible
huh, don't text don't call me honey
don't nothing else come before my money
we young rich drug and gully
y'all dealt with, boss my run shit, all type guns grip
no facebook or adding on twitter
the more i leave that alone, the ...go quicker
she on the iphone face talk
i saw the little mama that you say my sport
... shocking on it ain't my 4th
i'm a mobster, little mama try to taste my thoughts
she better hit me on my bbm
and tell homie i ain't beat for is bbm
all this type of foreign shit that we be on
i make a bitch swallow nothing never see again
and i'm bubbling with the smack heavy
so you know i switched that number on a blackberry
baby what's your bbm? i need that bbm
shawty what's your bbm? you know we trying to win
you want my bbm, you want my bbm, you want my bbm
well you gotta ...
baby what's your bbm? i need that bbm
shawty what's your bbm? you know we trying to win
you want my bbm, you want my bbm, you want my bbm
well you gotta ...
i'm making dough, all on my black berry
i'm selling coke, call on my crack berry
i got a order, day 1 ...
go check her phone, it has 5 pins
pretty thing, check her fucking status
just like trina, she the fucking bad baby
lv, hold on a fucking baggage
and blood on her shoes, she a fucking savage
no remorse for the human kind
the bitch will get you brains without a human mind
swimsuit pigs for a profile
a big coops whip on a slow grind
baby what's your bbm? i need that bbm
shawty what's your bbm? you know we trying to win
you want my bbm, you want my bbm, you want my bbm
well you gotta spend
baby what's your bbm? i need that bbm
shawty what's your bbm? you know we trying to win
you want my bbm, you want my bbm, you want my bbm
well you gotta spend
my nigger maffa, you know i'm trying to hit that ...
trying to chill at miami, ...nicaragua
she sip the rose, i'm sipping vodka
she know i got magic like heavy ...
a thoughtful trick, they getting nada
enough to take care you and your baby father
guess she want my bbm but her little brother up the block turning niggers in
i got that coke way flow, ... flow, teach you how to stack auto ...
get this game is monopoly, he got papy but papy got ...
our idols ... little broccoli
bottles popping and our guns in volume
it ain't base if you ain't got that brick i boil
baby what's your bbm? i need that bbm
shawty what's your bbm? you know we trying to win
you want my bbm, you want my bbm, you want my bbm
well you gotta spend
baby what's your bbm? i need that bbm
shawty what's your bbm? you know we trying to win
you want my bbm, you want my bbm, you want my bbm
well you gotta spend
hit me on my bbm, i know you need some friends
a couple deals, a couple mills i know you need some ins
friends i got a thousand, you want my ...
louie case around my bow, that's styling
reefer's not a problem, i break them down and rob them
there's not a thing in the pea for my ...
smoking sour on the hour, i'm a fucking pilot
caught a half ounce pound, you still dining
no shit i just remind them ... is a job and i'm full timing
send the blast real fast ...slow game
you ever cruising got no clue, you so lame
baby what's your bbm? i need that bbm
shawty what's your bbm? you know we trying to win
you want my bbm, you want my bbm, you want my bbm
well you gotta spend
baby what's your bbm? i need that bbm
shawty what's your bbm? you know we trying to win
you want my bbm, you want my bbm, you want my bbm
well you gotta spend.
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Thursday, June 23, 2011 |
"M6" Lyrics - Sen City (Ft. Jim Jones)
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You see myself on top
And then i send that shit to the bottom
I blow money on .. rose and vodka
Gotta think I gotta
You see myself on top
And then i send that shit to the bottom
I blow money on .. rose and vodka
Gotta think I gotta
The bottles got to reach in
It don’t spent no time .. start creeping
.. pulling air all weekend welcome to the Gucci world
.. used to be .. pretty . now she suck ..
Club spinning .. fuck the man space ship
.. job searching like .. never have shit
How could you hate .. she said Champaign make .. bring me rose
You see myself on top
And then i send that shit to the bottom
I blow money on .. rose and vodka
Gotta think I gotta
You see myself on top
And then i send that shit to the bottom
I blow money on .. rose and vodka
Gotta think I gotta
I was talking .. so fast I was dropping that Porches
.. I had no remorse on them .. I will be jumping on jets
Cause they said it supposed to .. show me where the party at
Kid so fly should live with the stars .. I usually bring .. a bull popped out
You see myself on top
And then i send that shit to the bottom
I blow money on .. rose and vodka
Gotta think I gotta
You see myself on top
And then i send that shit to the bottom
I blow money on .. rose and vodka
Gotta think I gotta
Thursday, June 02, 2011 |
"848" Lyrics - Jim Jones (Ft. Juelz Santana & Waka Flocka Flame)
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Jim Jones,
Juelz Santana,
Waka Flocka Flame
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half of million in the bag, if this is … they would say i’m in my bag
milli, wharrup? caught a milli with the paper tag
i keep the non milli plan …
… miami that’s my favorite path
watch them wander … made a pass
gotta coop it while we … some …
body stupid with the crazy..
hey baby, high heels, red bottom
it will miss my … cause i’m for real affairs got them
give you … pray for 65% i got you
in the car dirty you know i’m riding …
kingpin, 848, lights camera action, first 48
fly, alright, meet me at the bar
and one day … we gonna get the biggest charge
kinpin 848, sex money murder first 48, live
and one … we gonna get the biggest charge
still… boy, still gang banger with my gang boys
swagged up, still rocking big chains boy
who wanna hear that chopper make noise?
i’m smoking … stayed out of gas mask
it’s big b’s not tray billy bad …
i’m selling … what’s the code, i match that
matter fact, i got them for half that
how many mug shots they gonna taking me
before they understand they ain’t gonna pin a case on me,
they rolled up, pocket full of fast money shush … slow …
kingpin, 848, lights camera action, first 48
fly, alright, meet me at the bar
and one day … we gonna get the biggest charge
kinpin 848, sex money murder first 48, live
and one … we gonna get the biggest charge
i … through the deuces
love that smell and that these haters blowing kush
i got muscle with my hood call me flocka bush
get your head nod down for compliments
and hear the … my youngest, let them … around
told them keep shooting no stopping unless you’re …down
we got automatic big like call of duty
keep it … that’s my call of duty
fly … louie
when upon my bus got burned now he trying to sue me
… brother gucci, and my …
i swear to god my life is like a fucking movie
kingpin, 848, lights camera action, first 48
fly, alright, meet me at the bar
and one day … we gonna get the biggest charge
kinpin 848, sex money murder first 48, live
and one … we gonna get the biggest charge.
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Monday, May 16, 2011 |
"Set It Off" Lyrics - Kidd Kidd (Ft. Jim Jones)
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(ft. Jim Jones)
F*ck the club banger, I’m in the back of the club with some ..
Always new I’ll be rich and famous .. rappin ..gangsta
..try to .. from the burger king ..
I’ll release my anger with one little finger
you call it the index we say the trigger finger
work your whole .. just like a personal trainer
make a .. watch out my niggas trainer
.. knockin all the lose .. nine ..
..don’t make us .. in the moves don’t ..chocolate
we recognize .. the homie who you ..stop my mew ..
Chorus:
Nigga f*ck your club banger
I’m in the back of the club with some ..
Steppin on shoes ..
.. in the strangers, which ‘ve been smokie
which ‘ve been drinkin
got somethin’ on your chest
Nigga get it off, nigga let it off nigga we can set it off
Got somethin’ on your chest nigga let it off
Nigga we can set it off.
... makin racks on racks on racks
My hood always ...heavy thing .. on black on black on black
but don’t sleep ‘cause ...
My nigga’s bang .. so fat
Heavy .. go get action..someone on my mind
so I got a ..
I’m pull it in .. talking to this b*tch I had .. hey baby
Homie...they want the ..she will ..I’ma show em
I drop the ..rollin’
[Chorus:]
It’s ... b*tch I’m back like I left somethin
The whole hood on my back got the nigga hunt you
Don’t let it in f*ck you see we can catch something
...who tryin to catch something
you pull it out ...
With she and her. You could give front..nothin
See I’m a hustler I could make somethin’
Rather remain in the cut like the .. homie
..she’s steppin ..I put my .. on it, I’m rappin on it
..forever .. no second ..with some big test ...
Who wanna .. I’m soldier boy...
[Chorus:]
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Saturday, April 23, 2011 |
'Bye Bye' Lyrics - Jim Jones (Ft. Kingpen Slim)
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Kingpen Slim
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this thing for hours to often took when you fly hard ..
i’m in the coop i hope the clouds don’t ..the shower
‘cause my roof right now is only clouds
i must confess i’ll be caught up in the moment
be pretty occupied with the pretty b*tches ..
i’ll be more concerned with every...
we’ve been getting money wiping up bricks over the ..
you got that gugu we got that ..for cheese,
...i’m talking why girls lindsay lohan
so much coke you might you will snow blizzard
and the one that come to fur is .. getting ..
and the trick is i get a couple .. thrown it
gotta watch a hustle ‘cause some blocks ..
.. ..married to the game no .. no divorce
trips...will be ..my neck on my wristle
my mama they’ll be frozen
but in time i got cases still open...
while i’m .. no joking...if i get caught in new jersey call ..slim
ain’t no...any jail i’ll be ..young ..
in two...i’m going .. summer told me
you know slogan if you will rome you’ll do like romans
we was at the...we didn’t do like..
spend my money on the lawyer so i couldn’t afford a bit
...and they said i was a spoilt kid
always ... cause i did miss a year ..
i’m talking about get a date ..
same colors..put the guns ...pistols does
that was just a ...
chorus:
tell me why ...waiting bye bye
i’m in the ice reconexions like... summer six ..when i ..
tell me where i ... waiting bye bye
i’m in the ice reconexions .. summer six ..when i ..
my group is coming in groups we’re getting money
my hook is coming in ..
we all shooten on my ..burn .. on my ..
i’ll be ..on your blue, sound of my shit
droppin my shit, dropped
nigga my ..jumpin i’m hip hop ...with the dough..
my pinky on blinky shawty so kinky got my slinky on twinkie
paper like winky, wake when is right ..i’m in .. the lights
if everybody wanna hide some ..
that everybody wanna type some type this
can’t ..is the nicest one take the ..five minutes to write this.
[chorus:]
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Thursday, March 31, 2011 |
'God Bless The Child' Lyrics - Jim Jones (Ft. Wyclef Jean)
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god bless the child that can hold his own
god bless the child that can hold his own
god bless the child that can hold his own
god bless the child that can hold his own
i’ve been left here one
in the … slum
i … used to hunt for my food like wolves hunt sheeps
from the whole to the project learned to slap box cause i couldn’t take the disrespect
monalisa for a date on friday, she hears i was .. and she said go away, go away
but god blessed the child, i could have been a juvenile
yeap, but that’s my cousin crack,
and that’s me with the black and white … wraps
and the words became rare, and i gotta …
and i went from last to first, i bought 80 on the …
god bless the child that can hold his own
god bless the child that can hold his own
god bless the child that can hold his own
god bless the child that can hold his own
would god bless cause the streets is hard
pray for, living in the world we only see the sours
smoking mirrors, the … statue won’t …
so who make it out or who sees the bars, the slum
only a few make it out to see the cars
a whole recruit make it out don’t see the bars
then wyclef is on tour with the fugees
i was … boys in the hood you can’t force the movies
thought i was hard shit when bought the coop
i was down in the tunnel when i water goof
i was the ice broke … on the sweater
… this loving bitch wait before manner
just spending all my chips on the softest leathers
i told my niggers meet them at the crossroads
… i’ma see our best sports go
more money …more phones
shit i ain’t scared of you mofos
you funny niggers like … i do something till you say nigger turn around
god bless the child that can hold his own
god bless the child that can hold his own
god bless the child that can hold his own
god bless the child that can hold his own
it’s much deeper than a rap song
think it’s sweet until this beef is getting clapped on
i’ve seen sweet dreams turn in nightmares, freddie cooper
i watch street dreams turn in life years
you can hear the last screams when they cry tears
now i take my whole team and we fly less
if it’s new york then we’re up town
california sport … touchdown
i’m getting money with the call of fame
it was right before … call my name
backing out the telly wheels in reverse
she had the telly slip his own heels in the purse
i put it in the cab and deal it with a …
it’s the least that caught a mill…
this shit they follow me like i’m …
they must have got fat ...like…
forget it erase your profile my block appearance
and i always ran the streets i had absent parents
and every night we pray to the sky
in the hood where is 9 million waste of …
god bless the child that can hold his own
god bless the child that can hold his own
god bless the child that can hold his own
god bless the child that can hold his own
god bless the child that can hold his own
god bless the child that can hold his own
god bless the child that can hold his own
god bless the child that can hold his own.
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Wednesday, March 30, 2011 |
"Baggage Claim" Lyrics - Jim Jones
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chorus
says i've been gone for way too long
meet me at the baggage claim .. phone
listen shit on the line … home
and i can tell you if she locked tight
i can tell you at the shit club right
and i can tell you what a bedroom look like
every time we are out bitch we're gonna have a good night
and none of this happening when we're all visual
hustle in the cold with the .. hand
try to pitch my hands .. frost spitting
look at this .. frost spitting
we used the bodies like a mortician
get caught don't speak like autism
look at her
nigger hit the …
all you had lost is vision
can't approach life with more precision
at this point i don't want the way for collision
.. in the hood where we smoked some .. cops
they say i am rapping like a pistol in a ..
he said 30 is the new 20
.. in us if you buy a few 20s
..the dealer satellite 2-20
holding beef on my sleep so i don't lose any
never friends with the blue pennies
plastic cups .. handy
on the corners where we shut …
… niggers still talking about …
black .. but it cooked white
and in the morning ….
chorus
and i am none but a holler nigger
i sell drugs i never was a rubber nigger
we use death for the last resort
and i blue two stack at the last resort
.. we was blowing out .. on my 25 ..
i am losing sleep… we hit the tails like we should
you can call ma chris brown cause i hit your bitch
..it was love at first sight when i saw her coming
..bullets in the fucking air meter
chorus
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Saturday, March 19, 2011 |
"Everybody Jones" Lyrics - Jim Jones
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catch me in soho getting stupid flies
or catch me uptown getting super fly, can hold me?
or catch me just riding my coupe's fly
the beast, train setter, never pan better,
yeah i love my bags but the bet better
going after u niggers is a vendetta
she saw the car when your girl start getting wetter
and she was hot but i didn't sweat her
cause i'm way too cool you can't get a sweater
i'm in the club with the 2000 …
and they say birds of a feather flock together
...so you and you get in drop together
it was cool outside not the hottest weather
but a nigger still started jumping on them …
and we pull into the … paper
funky fresh … impress ready to part
funky fresh … impress ready to part
everybody jones, everybody jones
everybody jones, everybody jones
like oh my god, you guys isn't that like jim jones
he's just totally amazing, do you know that he did that song
i mean, what it's called, popping germaine?
i got more kicks that jack chan
in the face … black sand
and i used to sell smack like a bad can
and i see through you niggers like a …
and fuckers getting … like a lap dance
they say i'm a rock star like the gap …
it's new … i pull into the night club
i got them jordan number 6 out of fight club
sway still in seats all piped up, and we ain't leave the club until the lights out
one more bottle
everyday i stay splashy like it's easter
that's why they say i'm some like a fashion easter
wow some, bow some, pass the reefer
i turn the shit black and yellow, tape … khalifa
i'm so fly, tell me where i'm landing
i hope of some hot nigger where we tanning
funky fresh … impress ready to part
funky fresh … impress ready to part
funky fresh … impress ready to part
everybody jones, everybody jones
how many pairs of livers ons do i have to have before jim jones is gonna fucking talk to me
i like i wanna give him his own hash talk or something
like jim jones probably … can.
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catch me in soho getting stupid flies
or catch me uptown getting super fly, can hold me?
or catch me just riding my coupe's fly
the beast, train setter, never pan better,
yeah i love my bags but the bet better
going after u niggers is a vendetta
she saw the car when your girl start getting wetter
and she was hot but i didn't sweat her
cause i'm way too cool you can't get a sweater
i'm in the club with the 2000 …
and they say birds of a feather flock together
...so you and you get in drop together
it was cool outside not the hottest weather
but a nigger still started jumping on them …
and we pull into the … paper
funky fresh … impress ready to part
funky fresh … impress ready to part
everybody jones, everybody jones
everybody jones, everybody jones
like oh my god, you guys isn't that like jim jones
he's just totally amazing, do you know that he did that song
i mean, what it's called, popping germaine?
i got more kicks that jack chan
in the face … black sand
and i used to sell smack like a bad can
and i see through you niggers like a …
and fuckers getting … like a lap dance
they say i'm a rock star like the gap …
it's new … i pull into the night club
i got them jordan number 6 out of fight club
sway still in seats all piped up, and we ain't leave the club until the lights out
one more bottle
everyday i stay splashy like it's easter
that's why they say i'm some like a fashion easter
wow some, bow some, pass the reefer
i turn the shit black and yellow, tape … khalifa
i'm so fly, tell me where i'm landing
i hope of some hot nigger where we tanning
funky fresh … impress ready to part
funky fresh … impress ready to part
funky fresh … impress ready to part
everybody jones, everybody jones
how many pairs of livers ons do i have to have before jim jones is gonna fucking talk to me
i like i wanna give him his own hash talk or something
like jim jones probably … can.
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Friday, March 11, 2011 |
"Wet (G-Mix)" Lyrics - Snoop Dogg (Ft. Jim Jones & Shawty Lo)
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Shawty Lo,
Snoop Dogg
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could you be my psychiatrist, and make sure that my brain is right
and i heard that you lot of … you better make sure that your aim is tight
how …, she probably make sure that my game is right
i told her i'ma fly in a plane in flight and right i don't even see a plane in sight, get down
that mean bitch hop aboard you can spend your night with the proper balls
… plus you don't mean to brag big girls don't cry they don't even gag
straight to the point, had a nigger wanna score like i'm sewing points
you know what they say about spanish girl, we'll eat your ass up like spanish food
hey hot like spanish fly, you don't need your …, get your panties drop
wet, i'm gonna get you wet, tell me baby are you wet?
i just gonna get you wet, wet, wet, wet
drip, drip, drip, drip for me mommy, can you drip, drip, drip, pussy, pussy licking
drip, drip, drip, drip for me mommy, can you drip, drip, drip, pussy, pussy licking
can you be my doctor? can you fix me up? can you wipe down
so i can lick you up, make you give it up, give it up
till you say my name like a jersey, jersey shitting down the game
be my head coach so you can put me in and never take me out
till you can taste the win, do it again and again till you say my name
and by the way, i'm so glad that you came, tell me baby are you wet?
i'm gonna get you wet, little little bitch, tell me baby are you wet?
i just wanna get you wet, wet, wet
drip, drip, drip, drip for me mommy, can you drip, drip, drip, pussy, pussy licking
drip, drip, drip, drip for me mommy, can you drip, drip, drip, pussy, pussy licking
show the dripping way like she jump out of the tower
it's my favorite sheets girl you gonna need a towel
we be going at it enough for lisa laughing hours
as she like my mojo, austin powers, drip, drip, drip, drip
drip for me mamy, and if you get it right get a tip from me mamy, yeah
it's hello, big snoop dogg, big daddy over here, … dog, hey, shawty
wet, i'm gonna get you wet, tell me baby are you wet?
i just gonna get you wet, wet, wet, wet
drip, drip, drip, drip for me mommy, can you drip, drip, drip, pussy, pussy licking
drip, drip, drip, drip for me mommy, can you drip, drip, drip, pussy, pussy licking
it's the cater, can you keep me up like i'm late for my first class
so i can give it to you rough like a first …
fold you like a paper plane, you know about that paper, babe
but fucking down the bills, girl make it rain
holiday … come and meet me on my eight floor
damn it feels good but i feel bad … makes …
...but when i slip inside i tell girls to slip and slide
it's a flood to your heart love, girl let me pop up into your hot tub
hey, every night, every day, sipping on a different drink
different chicks, different tastes, i do it different ways
where you going? what you say? i'm a hot river flowing to whenever make
another ocean, another ocean, on the beach, on the beach
i'm about to take a swim, let me dip my feet and get wet
wet, i'm gonna get you wet, tell me baby are you wet?
i just gonna get you wet, wet, wet, wet
drip, drip, drip, drip for me mommy, can you drip, drip, drip, pussy, pussy licking
drip, drip, drip, drip for me mommy, can you drip, drip, drip, pussy, pussy licking.
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Thursday, February 10, 2011 |
"Rock N Roll" Lyrics - Raekwon (Ft. Ghostface, Kobe & Jim Jones)
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What is it? Hey little mama, little mama, I got some of that …
You know me, I'm flying in the air like living on the ...
We're on the corner serving them rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll,
Post it on the corner with the rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll,
They know some nigger who run ...with crocodile hair
Cowboy rack, hammer can't trust me, diamonds on from Ghana
… retirement, with the middle name Lex pop my lama
Movie scared made in hd, Mick and … in three
I'ma scout faces so straight, there's nothing you can do with my real niggers
Not the ones I rest my hand with, my son …
Two wills scooters that new … floating to a Beverly center
…All these is hot power above dealing style, my nigger
Post it up, … front mess the … titanium hustle, switch color
most of them rich brothers are only on fucking and switch nuggets
luggage is the real shit, who kill shit niggers is nothing
blow a blunt be ...shit, …
Hey little mama, little mama, I got some of that …
You know me, I'm flying in the air like living on the ...
We're on the corner serving them rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll,
Post it on the corner with the rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll,
Hey little mama, have you ever took a hit of Mick Jagger
Yeah, better will blast ya now take it hit it it's rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll,
Everything platinum, even my baggage who want a platinum rap
then go see … he like the yellow hat, yellow … and looking like me
will he level that, pretty long hair, sucking dick like the …
put bobby brown on speed dial, his ex girl stay on his checkbook
I got that pretty baby, little mama, I got the bomb, call me Tom Grady
Move like a … 21 time is it, know how to crucify
… said it's … make me feel like vomiting
The black white … can give me 5 ….
Pop the shit, pay for the ...game, I got the pay floyd I see all day
And I ain't even mention my deals … cause I don't wanna have you freaked out
Over this real shit
Hey little mama, little mama, I got some of that …
You know me, I'm flying in the air like living on the ...
We're on the corner serving them rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll,
Post it on the corner with the rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll,
Hey little mama, have you ever took a hit of Mick Jagger
Yeah, better will blast ya now take it hit it it's rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll,
All stand up, we in the building, let the birds fly
rock star to my heart, anything else? Uncivilised, go
Rock star like a rare hot chilli …
I can't front … got me feeling extra
I drop the top so I'm ...stone
I got the sour … stone
I'm popping shit on my motor phone
I never sick cause I keep the fully loaded chrome
And have my niggers even stay … that's why we pour a liquor for the grief of dead, we miss you
The will … receive guns'n'roses, and … from me you need a bunch of roses
And Lord knows is keep the led zeppelin, a nigger put it then we dead ressing
You can tell a bitch is still an e, we got that white girl nigger chilling e
...we the eagle, we gonna be greater than the Beatles
Hey little mama, little mama, I got some of that …
You know me, I'm flying in the air like living on the ...
We're on the corner serving them rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll,
Post it on the corner with the rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll,
Hey little mama, have you ever took a hit of Mick Jagger
Yeah, better will blast ya now take it hit it it's rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll.
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Friday, February 04, 2011 |
"Going In For The Kill" Lyrics - Jim Jones
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If going in is to go, I think it’s time for me to kill ya,
I think it’s time to let em know, that I’m a …
Ok let em know, ok let em know, Ok let em know, Ok let em know,
Ok let em know, ok let em know, Ok let em know, Ok let em know,
I think it’s time for me to kill ya.
Happy ..when I make your b*tch …
…we all go miss .. you know what a big cause …
And pretty nigga …turn.. ugly
…will I go to heaven …
I’ll be livin’ like .. in a wrong water
…the club ten bottles …
Live once and do it twice is the bless
I’m on the third life , I’m sayin grace, any question,
Just …watchin’ us …
A hot .. that looking clean …
…keep the cameras on, …mean they stay alone,
She had a freakin’ dress on with no pennies on,
I had twenties on my …
Chorus:
If going in is to go, I think it’s time for me to kill ya,
I think it’s time to let em know, that I’m a …
Ok let em know, ok let em know , Ok let em know, Ok let em know,
Ok let em know, ok let em know , Ok let em know, Ok let em know,
I think it’s time for me to kill ya.
We train to kill more …specialized
Just for the …
But the …
We double …blocks
We got the liquor all we need is ice ….
We gambling, we’re drinking till the night is up,
….Gangstas …on a corner side, …uptown took …
Next morning woke up on California side,
I was back up in my city for the …
Just like the birds stay fly more …
I free my mind and I hit the …..
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"The Crash" Lyrics - Jim Jones
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Jim Jones
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After they finished searching the van for drugs…the officer told me ‘If I don’t believe in God — now is the time to start.
I was halfway to sleep, faded off the sour
Not knowing that coulda been my last hour
I see it clear, we was on 85
Road looking clear doing ’bout 85
A smooth sail turned to a crazy ride
I wish I could say n-gga watch the way you drive
Well, he was just tryna swerve a deer
I didn’t get to say it but the lord heard my prayers
Head on collision with the guard rail
And I’m a firm believer that God’s real
I felt my van crash against the hard steel
At that point I couldn’t tell you how my heart feel
I seen it happen, we was spinning like a bottle top
And I was praying Lord make the bottle stop
I swear to God I seen the sillouette
And when we crashed, Nini still woke up a little wet
The tyres broke off, ripping up the concrete
Hit the wall, kept us outta harms reach
And not an airbag popped out
And without near stressed I hopped out
I got a couple bangs and a couple bruises
jet lag, a broken rib and two contusions
All that, we tryna make our destination
But it oculda been our final destination
I used to speed when I whipped the V’s
Until a n-gga sin almost crippled me
Damn it made a n-gga see his life flash
I see my son, I see my mum, I see Christ flash
I almost died on Martin Luther Day
And for the cause he was a martyr just a few would say
Now I’m thinking hard what my crew would say
Maybe wonder what my boo would say
I wonder what she would say
They say what dont kill you, makes you stronger
And my momma always told me the angels was with me
I guess thats all them prayers through all those years
Well since I’m still here n-gga, guess what?
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Saturday, January 29, 2011 |
"Fly In The Wind" Lyrics - Lloyd Banks (Ft. Jim Jones)
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Jim Jones,
Lloyd Banks
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chorus
if it ain’t the witness the jewels
know it after hit make your chicks wanna choose
the hand is always working .. with the tools
if it ain’t on the .. 7 hundred on the shoes
I got to win damn if I lose
What’s flying in the wind has to come by the tools
I got to win damn if I lose
All my ex got cold heart and probably they are cool
We are spending cash over here you swipe it
Your beef .. I ain’t a big type of
I think I like’em your wife and …
Problem started up boy you are just …
Queens bitch clean in the six in your city nigger
I ain’t making no team …
Gucci polo … his rats get smaller
Walk around the world my stacks multicolor
Private jets we ain’t got to change plans
Blacking out my haters ….fake change
if it ain’t the witness the jewels
know it after hit make your chicks wanna choose
the hand is always working .. with the tools
if it ain’t on the .. 7 hundred on the shoes
I got to win damn if I lose
What’s flying in the wind has to come by the tools
I got to win damn if I lose
All my ex got cold heart and probably they are cool
I’ve been knocking bitches on knocking bitches out
When it comes to .. the soul we got let it trying …
This is vampire life we are the day breakers
.. like a piece of paper
And you better watch your step like a …
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