Lyrics:
7 off
Snow so white only thing missing is 7 dwarfs
Killa Cam: you know he bout it, bout it
Jim Jones: you know he bout it, bout it
Freeky Z: you know
You look like you do yoga and flexible probably vegan
Well if you don't mind I'll get behind and stretch you out this evening
You was crafted, you like
the greedy bastards in the world
Come back as lobsters.
You know that life at the bottom of the food chain
Suits them well.
I think that all of the evil people
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now
[Chorus]
This what you get when colli park hook up with the package sto' nigga
Y'all ain't know we was coming back like this did ya?
you, Nathan, for fetching me this glass of water from the well. It always goes down smooth.
NATHAN:
Let’s get back to the story, Uncle Walter!
UNCLE
other citizens and you must
Show compassion towards them i
Know that sometimes people get scared
Of my ideology and think
That it's too dark or
Think that
multiple personalities so be afraid
The cypher is ? I'm Jim Jones now here's the cool-Aid
You better recognize and know the time like Barisa or dance like
Lets get it poppin shawty
[Hook (Jim Jones)]
We got da cash (Flossin')
Buy out da bars(Ballin')
Drop da tops out da celing
You see da stars (Uh)
We get
flicking
Get money, f*** b****es
Young Weezy, young pimping, she love it
I keep going, she keep cumin, what you know 'bout it
So 'bout it, like Master P,
to take it (Oh LORD)
Trying to steal it (Oh LORD)
Keeping composure
Like Olivia Pope
He writes for
LORD
Someone misspoke
That gets you choked (What)
I'll
the slit up in my wallet
Keep me lucky the moment the trigger hit a nigga flawless
For money this party pack'll get you lit up like the target
For money you
but my Johnson
Howard sour Dies in the Swisher Sweet
Sweet and sour you're scared? Go to church
Say your prayers, read a Bible
Ah, I don't know what
a sticky ass pound for ya
Break it down, roll it,
Light it up, Toke it
Get high by myself,
I don’t need no-one to smoke with
But it’s fine and dandy if you
Killa
This my man Jim Jones
You know we been through a lot of devastation, larceny
Defeat, misconceptions
Man, fuck all that, I don't know what
Yeahh, at Obscene, everybody knows, it’s NE
NE-O, North East One, These MC’s, Aren’t like me
Young lightskin named Morgan Cole
Drop a new tune get
I know you're troubled, girl, I seen you on Tumblr
February, dressing like a summer girl
Mini skirt on, no underwear
I wanna take you shopping,
well
I believe that God knows what each of us
Wants and needs it's not necessary for us
To make it to church on Sunday to
Reach Him you can find Him
bounce it, wop it wop it
Girl, move that thang like you gettin' money for college, go
Break it down like you working for your tuition at Howard
Mama,
bounce it, wop it wop it
Girl, move that thang like you gettin' money for college, go
Break it down like you working for your tuition at Howard
Mama,
a few shows
A Rockstar now everyone knows, Jones
Burning like flames
Even got foreigners saying my name
They told me enjoy it's all part of the game
Women
day to days
While chained by a shackle
It was a battle
Y'all take mass L's
Crying like a baby
Shaking on their rattle
It was a battle
Get back
for it plus l want it more
You dribble dribble but you never score
I'm lil Wayne with the metaphors
The blue flame on the glass jar
Dwight Howard
to get a bollocking...
(recorder clicks on and off here)...the time, I know why 'e got a bollocking, because you, you know, you dunno what the fuck 'e's
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