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Jim Jones Summer

a nigga live Tryna reach me at my mansion or my mother crib Hit my cell, hit my two, now I'm at my honey dips [Verse 1: Jim Jones] Yo we talked about

Feenin'for a sniff Got me needin for a spliff Ain't a thing funny, when u fucking with this money I'ma lean u off a cliff.....g's up [CHORUS] [Jim Jones

Capo, what's my mother-fuckin name (DipSet) Eastside (code red) say what, what's my mother-fuckin name (DipSet) DipSet, Byrd Gang [Hook] Catch that

(feat. Denise Weeks) Pardon the Syzzrup... [Jim Jones] Now we try corners Old folks try and warn us The cops try and swarm us Blocks hot like saunas

(feat. 40 Cal, Fatal Hussein) [Verse 1: Jim Jones] Rumors that were said, shot in cold blood Two up in my head, can't talk phone bugged Somebody want

(feat. P. Diddy, Paul Wall, Jha' Jha) [P. Diddy Talkin Intro] Dipset motherfuckas Jha Jha, Jim Jones, Paul Wall....they call me Diddy Yall motherfuckas

Jim, Jim, Fucks up nigga nawmean, the beat all good you feel me, Doin Me as Usual man, good looking for that glock, but you know its glock time again

me because they caught it on the camera they wanna mall but they aint got no stamina they said man you looking like pac na not alive man im looking like jones

On Buttons Cutting These Pops Got Dimes By The Dozen Higher Than A Sattelite And I'm a Keep On Puffin Cause Money Ain't A Thang [Verse 2: Jim Jones]