Now how you gon' tell me, you don't love me no more? (How you gon' tell me that?) 'Cause I'm out here getting this bread (You hating on this paper chase
[Chorus:] Now how u gon' tell me you don't love me no more (How you gon' tell me that?) Cause I'm out here getting this bread (You hatin on this paper
Traduction: Jones, Jim. Love Me No More.
[Chorus:] Now how u gon' tell me you don't love me no more (How you gon' tell me that?) Cuz I'm out here getting this bread (You hatin on this paper
Hoes Want Me Yesaday I Was The Freshes Nigga In The Country Bad Hoes Hunt Me They Follow Me On Sunday The Rape Me On Monday And They Blow The Cush
a quote from Tell Me You Love Me] Mark: I mean really . . . Howard: Rant-rant-rant-rt-rt-rt-rant-nt . . . Mark: You are . . . you gotta tell me something
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 me
(Feat. Jim Jones) Jones! We Born to die (For Real) So I get high, just like I'm gonna fly (to the moon) I'm in the court with marijuana eyes (Sorry
million motherfuckers on my dick So what, say how, say who Fuck what, fuck me, fuck you Come clean, you know I will Drink a fifth of Jim Beam and
Want Me Yesaday I Was The Freshes Nigga In The Country Bad Hoes Hunt Me They Follow Me On Sunday The Rape Me On Monday And They Blow The Cush ?
money don't run out Holla if you down wit' Clover G's, roll, let me go I know that you'll take care of me, baby, please Don't blame me, it's not jealousy
mellow boy They call me Devil Boy, they call me Devil Boy And those who know me yes they know that I am well annoyed They call me Devil Boy, if you call me
represent me like the girls with bangoos Sexually and mangling me from every angle, strangle me, hot shit Beat you the way dick tangle Oh, what a web we weave,let me
champagne is rose cuz the color is more red my pockets like skin when i whip they swell up (money) those 26 inches fill the wheel well up (fresh) you can catch me
of me i said beware of me now they scared of me hu...i said come to my sunday service nigga seen who the reverend was then they got nervous the niggity nasty Jim Jones
10 million motherfuckers on my dick So what, say how, say who Fuck what, fuck me, fuck you Come clean, you know I will Drink a fifth of Jim Beam and still
