Paroles:
Jim Jones The Paper

need .. plus ? I don?t push .. Still respect me Cause I still ball like my .. Best believe I am gonna be on top of the .. Why you?re walking on crops get the paper

You got a rock then pitch it You got a glock then lift it Them G-unot t-shirts make them niggas stop snitchin Forever ballin' Im jim jones With rims

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 is

'm talkin' to you as a man How the fuck is you flossin' a Benz? Listenin' to this nigga Rick Ross dissin' 'em Jim Jones dissin' Jay This rap shit done

revolver The D.A., seargent and coroner's problem - now Highs get eight done, dips that don't play none Jim Jones, Freeky, Killa and the great one - Santana [Hook] [Jim Jones

drugs and the blood sets and I get love fuck this industry, I'm reppin every nigga in these streets so scream at me I been known braggin ..with Jim Jones

[Jim Jones] I grew up in the 'jects, five inch what I press Fry way to hold a tec, live bait I'm so brazy man In them pissy staircases, we just sittin

outside, its like showbiz (We in the building) (Girl) We stay fly, No Lie ,You know this (BALLIN!) Hips and Thighs, Oh my, Stay focus (Jim Jones) Ya boy gettin paper

revolver The D.A., seargent and coroner's problem - now Highs get eight done, dips that don't play none Jim Jones, Freeky, Killa and the great one - Santana [Hook] [Jim Jones