like when she miss me, she be callin' ma phone Like where you been? Let's get it in Scoop her up like, baby, let's roll This is for my bitches All around
alone And like when she miss me she be callin ma phone Like where you been? Lets get it in Scoop her up like baby lets roll This is for my bitches All
Tradução: Jones, Jim. Esto es para mis perras.
all alone And like when she miss me she be callin ma phone Like where you been? Lets get it in Scoop her up like baby lets roll This is for my bitches
my clip will be empty I'm simply one of the most raw niggas in this shit Why you think that I got in this shit? Paid for my momma house, bout 700k Can
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? Roll up the
the crack in they walls pause take off the jewels and the bandannas let me holla at my nigga Jim Jones and Santanna thanks for representing, but when teks is
Jones Dipset Birdgang bitch You know what it is When you see me two twelvin' you homie You fuck niggas keep triple ninin', have some integrity [Verse 1: Jim Jones
: (feat. Jim Jones, Snoop Dogg, Nas, T.I. & many others) [Jim Jones Intro] Uh huh... Jones, Dipset... Byrdgang, bitch You know what it is When you see
My only answer to my question is..is(you figure it out) Okay now here's a thought (one more thought) Streets are a marriage that you cannot devise (Ill) Life is
I'm leanin' and rockin' Snappin' my fingers, then reachin' for my glock BITCH! Reppin' my block BITCH!, straight from tha deck When you snap ya fingers
Pound My Niggaz Puttin It Down Nigga And Yeah Ridin Big Is My Crown Nigga Holdin My Rounds Nigga-Holdin My Town My Nigga (Believe That) To Be The Boss
. Jim Jones & Sheek Louch) [Intro: Jim Jones] Uh-huh, Jones, one-two, one-two G's up, you know who I am, Jones, the struggle New York's mine [Jim Jones
(you don't know me) [Verse 1:] Bitch niggas do bitch thangs, look at 50 what he does jus to get fame. Record my phone call when I spoke from the heart
the car foreign Got my red Dre Beats on, trying to put my peeps on And I keep it hood like this Phantom is a Nissan Where my nigga Jim Jones at? Roll
summer snow i got em snow boarding in august and i love a pretty bitch but the porche look gorgeous (juicy) harlem is one big ski slarmen i guess the hill is
high like jim jones song we ballin when i was born to skip college straight running this game no shame you lame and rap should be my middle name lil
on my arm wit' that shit For your moms, put a bomb in her whip They be wonderin', where the car and her went On some arsenal shit Jim Jones is the capo