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Lil Jordan

[Dj Khaled] Ayo Game, what they do boy It's DJ Khaled I got my Black and Red Jordan Retro 6?s on I'm all about gettin' money I love glorifying my hard

the zone I ain't talkin' about the 2-3, mami in the zone Like the homie 2-3, Jordan or James Make no difference we all ballin' the same I am the Mike Jordan

[Lil Wayne] Fo' fo' bulldog, my, my, my pack I point it at you and tell it fetch I'm f**king her good, she got her legs on my neck I get p**sy, mouth

ll be cool. And if you put that ice on my body? Thata??ll, thata??ll be cool. [Repeat 1x] [Lil Twist] Now wait, let me brush off my Jordans. The ones

the balance, they lackin' the harmony. These niggas pretenders, no contenders, it ain't hard to see. No authenticity, they won't make history. They only makin' Lil

me dawg, make money or make a hit Other than that, can't think of shit My son gettin bigger, it's like every week this lil' nigga His clothes or his Jordans

me I make money and my fingers make the letter B I'm very sick, very sicker than you And when I play sick, I'm Jordan with the flu Then I become a motherfucker

't afford to go to sleep F*** around and get ya head p****** all over the street And I ain't got nuthin' for 'em but the heat My lil' brother want jewelry and Jordan

my name Roc a Fella y'all One of the best Waitin' for my day to come Just give me the word Nah, this ain't Jigga, it's your lil' nigga Bleek Reportin