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own fucking mind, yes
I could turn Jenny from the block into J-lo
Just tell her meet me at the London, something like J. Cole
She just want a hundred by

(Ice)
Grill, a-aquaberry stones
It's Blueberry Jones, Al Capone
Watch me work the wheel cause I'm in steel
I can showcase skills from
Antwon to Nashville

Soldier

Royce da 5'9"

Street Hop

2009

feelin like the best, nobody fuckin with us
We done turned to a bygone don crew
We got the semi Kimora like Djimon Hounsou
A lifetime criminal, live by

I'm not sure
Does anybody make trill shit anymore
All up in club surrounded by Michael Kors
Like do bitches even have real tits anymore
Bow 'till your

Only One Way Up

Cam'ron

On My Way to Church [Clean]

2004

Uh yeah Jones, uh

Now we set them presidents, to get them presidents
Over the ones that are dead, we'll put guns to your head
Put dots on your loaf

Yo
I go by the name of Dame Jones
I'm with my crew
And we gon' show y'all what we be snacking on
Ya dig
Ok

Hot Cheetos and Takis
Hot Cheetos

with Fiend
Now we here in the future, and we plotting regimes
Niggas left me by myself, i needed some help
But what can you expect, when hate themselves

You want me to cross the border?
Well come on baby
YOu want me to cross the border?
Well come on baby

They call me A.J., A.K.A. Ant Jones
And aye,

Y'all must've forgot, speakin' demeanors that
Roy Jones could agree with, me and my niggas
Undefeated, You need a remix, lux CD with tons of features

What you want what you need (Yea)
Me and you girl lets keep it lowkey (Lowkey)
I can tell by that look you a freak (Yea)
Am to the Pm now she all on me

Don't Make

Eightball & MJG

Living Legends: Chopped and Screwed

2004

slip, I'm workin' with fly clips

We fifty deep and every nigga with me got they ice on
Look, niggaz gottta brake your face like Roy Jones
Crush your

literary
Figures I can honor
Maybe J g ballard or Flannery O'Connor
Haggis and Fugu
That's like food for cult eaters
Jim Jones, Charles Manson, Father Yod

Fedz on me
I'm loggin out
This bitch trippin
I'm walking out
Rap God
I'm the talk of the town
I am J.Megatron
Leader of
Decepticons
I specialize in

Mistah F.A.b. And my ho wearin' Dwayne Wiggins
I roll by myself, no feds
I told a bitch, "Watch your Studio Ton
It's just Everett & Jones and Chuy

bills My time ain't free, my weekends filled
I try my reach, I piece it still Don't try my leaf, that's fine by me
That's fine by me

Une Ma Huile il y'a
Une taille de balle
By-By By-By Bye
en euros et dollars
A Sku Sku
Ok Twenty
Ho acquistato Ebay
Di milioni me ne restan venti
Stó

Uh huh uh huh Dub P K
5 1 5 1 Dub P K 516
Jones J1S
Balling you know she balling
Fuck with a nigga from New Orleans you know the Hornets
Or maybe

friend!
Let me loop the beat and then I'm going in!
Only real speak I'm not playing pretend
Yeah with J you know what it is
Got such a buzz I'm bringing

the haters out the house
ain’t neighbors no more
They can’t even take it no more

Written By: J.LEWIS

owners I just mentioned. Ceasar later married a slave girl by the name of Peggy Jones. My great, great, etc. grandmother. To this union, the following

that"
Then he get mad and wanna scrap
We stay mad about, ten minutes then it's like back on the bike
To play hide and go get it with the younger hoes by

a pleasant change
From dogs let off their leads
And the usual shitty dance routines
By kids with special needs
Then when they sling me off the show
I’ll just

A937, lookin up to J Smiddy, Shawn Diggy
Told mom I was done hooping she looked at me like what's wrong wit 'em?
Even when I just a pup I knew I had that

Everybody dey love me eh
Make una just free me like my brother Terry G chai
T J na my friend o
Abu Ventures na my paddy o
What about Obiano Akin Jones