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SOME BUCKS WITH CHUUUUUU? GET BLAAAZED, CAN I HIT FROM STUFF WITH CHUUUUUU? GET BRAAAINS, NIGGA I FUCKS WITH CHUUUUU... CAUSE WE THEM NIGGAZ YOU LOVING! WE FUCKS WITH
Traducció: Jones, Jim. Folla amb vostè.
red nation Now Blood the fuck up Everyday's a gamble motherfucker tough luck And we going to fuck the world 'til that bitch bust nuts I can't tell you
they said man you looking like pac na not alive man im looking like jones (capo) besides i put money on your skull and bones and keep it low watch what you
I want a phone, but you brakin' up You see my niggas, are workin' hell, you tell'em and you say what's up because i'm gone, nigga you catch me dipped
stay poor Deus Vobiscum we playas go get some sprayers And hits 'em with layers of slayer inscriptions That means God be with you we split dude then hit you With pistols whip you
is matching my leather Yeah, your friends player hate and said you can do better You in love with a thug, saying you down with whatever You know what's up with
, fuck, put they ladies on, me I'll go crazy on? One chick told me give her a loan, shit, only thing I leave you is alone Indeed you could bone, lemme read you
scared of some yay yo Always wanna lay low 'cause your girl say so, you, biatch I could show you some ice Throw you a bite You not that good dog, who told you you
mess with y'all, 'cause y'all are dummies Cats fuck with me 'cause I tell, "Let's get money? Get it, get a Benz, come through on 20's Me and Jim jones
in my ring (There they go) You must of wrote your will already if your sayin our names Hell Rell, Mr. Ruger Ruger, I'm a shooter shooter You hung with the girls you
Hoes say thats Jones with you, but I wouldn't take him home with you Come home with me, get stoned with me, be zoned with me The chrome you see, the Jones you
on a motha like, "What you say, fucka ?" Well fuck him an' if he live smoke him We don't appeal to the law You know we ride this motherfucker till '
Chuck Taylors On the yacht with glocks, we sum thug sailors You drinkin' old gold, rockin that old gold We in rose gold, at the Rose Bowl Send you a bowl
man, yes I am a fuckin' vato loco I went from the pot with cocoa to the block with cocoa To gettin' locked, catchin' a charge dealin' wit the cops with
