Lyrics:
Jim Jones ? Scarz
[Jim Jones]
I?m speeding through my days
off to see tomorrow but you
get one chance at life (one chance)
so if I do die
Take a hit
Pass the blunt 'cuz
You're just talking anyway
All these things
We don't confront 'cuz
We just take it day by day
Day by day, day by day
Day
funky with the heartbeat props, y'all
(Heartbeat props!)
It's time to get busy with the heartbeat props
(We're giving heartbeat props)
I give my man
sing like George Jones
Spend all my nights in little barrooms
Tryin' to make a name for myself
Couple dollars in my tip jar just hopin' to get by
Maybe
your man
Somethin' like Kris Parker
My Uzi weigh a ton
Hundred niggas on the track
Then you know I'll be the one
To tell niggas to suck cock
Run and get
diamond rings)
They don't mean a thing (all, all, the thang, thang)
All these fancy things (all, all, the thang, thang)
I tell you that all my weight in
you
Man's been shotting 4s from back in
The day like President T
Frisco's back in your face
Sit down get back in your place
I'm back in the race shut ya
since (uhh) forever
(Slim when you gon drop your solo?) shit probably never
I'd rather spit these hit flows
And get rich off those
(picture this)
HOOK (Figuero Jones)
Open up the safe cuz I like to get paid a lot,
Many bands back did a ma fucking juggathon,
This week juggin next week
By the time you gettin' out you gon' have a grandson
Fuck you bitch I'll see you in hell bitch!
Fuck that!! Fuck that!! Fuck, get off me! Fuck you
went insane like Jones too just by proxy listening to this bullshit
So badly did I want populism in Trump to be real
The movement was real it was
They really wanted me to do it
Huh
Well let's get it then
George Jones
Top of the morning
Lets give Him glory
Spitting my story
In cacciatore
That's
(excuse me sir...)
What?
(excuse me, would you happen to be George Clinton?)
Can I get some security over here!
(excuse me, but would you happen to be
waves
You could get put in your place by
PETER JONES
Know he ain't ever afraid
Might cop an AP today
Thai for $4 okay
Don't go for the bunnies you cray
Roger that, 10-4, psh, man over
These sluts is on my nuts, I feel like granola
I pass time like a Backwood
I gets high off that good, but I land good
I
boy sure knew how to moan the blues
Let's go back
Where the music's true
Merle and George Jones
No autotune
Am I the only one still wondering who
Who's
we'll find a new world
Cuz baby I'm your death star
These aren't the droids you're looking for
Get up in my grill I'm-a force push
So, fucking high
That shit ain't got my ppl nth
George and Eric couldn't breath
Want us to suffocate to death
They tryna get us one by one
Til I'll entire race is gone
restaurants high as hell when I tip my waiter
Providing for my seed when I bring one in this world
But until that day gets here I'm thinking about these
the homie Floyd, I feel they hunting for niggas
They don't love me, mama, everyday we under attack
Knowing I try to turn away, I might get shot in the back,
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
the same ol' same
Bush run shit like Saddam Hussein
I cock and aim, clinically insane
To deal with this bullshit day to day
If I sell some yay or smoke some
Hello world reporting live to tell you that I'm doin' great
And my name is Jaquan Jones the tender age of 28
Put that time into yourself these are
a diva then I hit Mariah Carey
I'm in the UK, I'ma see MIA
Super hero by night, rapper by day
And if I just wanna talk I'ma hit up Monique
If I need
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