Paroles Don jaun Jim Jones

Don jaun

She said I got a round side
I told 'er I'm from Brooklyn on that wild side
He crow hearted but got heated beef
He said it's colder 'til I pop up in this heated seat
It's not to put at Mr. Chance
Anything that worth a value she just wouldn't smell
I know a man named Dog's Booth
Just the college I was dealt, it's the arms due
They never taken mind off matter
Both turned out greedy, we can sip some wine off that
First Doggy, shotgun with the blunt
Then we go hit the moon crout wherever we want
As in her, I'm the one that you needed
I'm the one that you'd call when you late and lay bleedin'
Oh when you sad, you grievin'
When you tip the wrong hands and this bust up some sleeves

She know I want to remember is that we blowin' them kisses
After midnight visits just wanna hit it like (hit it like)
Put my hand on my drawers
Baby, put your face in these bottles oh oh
Bitch pullin' my chain
Ride 'er like e'ry cocaine, rodeo this thing
Couldn't never feel the same, fuckin' with the maids
I couldn't bed, she'd just a part of my slain uuuu

But you said I'm such a pretty boy
And I'm known to buy expensive pretty toys
Deep inside I'm such a city boy
So I tape it on trips and let the chicken joy
And she was happy with a code C
Where we're from we just happy if the code Chi
I need a girl to keep me warm in this cold street
Little girl, know how to hold heat
I call you bitch, I mean no harm by it
And shoot some bags on your arm will buy it
But emotional too for makin' love to the streets and holdin' her in the morn'
First it was my white chick, then it was my Spanish chick
Then she started talkin' too much money to the gram of it
I can't forget about my china thing
And Mary Jane was just a minor thing

She know I want to remember is that we blowin' them kisses
After midnight visits just wanna hit it like (hit it like)
Put my hand on my drawers
Baby, put your face in these bottles oh oh
Bitch pullin' my chain
Ride 'er like e'ry cocaine, rodeo this thing
Couldn't never feel the same, fuckin' with the maids
I couldn't bed, she'd just a part of my slain uuuu

Red wine splattin' over satin
Even in the sloo never slackin' on my mackin'
Captain of the action, you'll never sink my ship
Floatin' on the ocean, left a mink for the trip
So I'm shirtless and my bitch shirtless
Flyin' paper lanes, we above the strip surface
Mom's my word and shit say worthless
Keep them hoes legget and her tits say perfect
Auf wiedersein D-Man, haler at the Tree Man
Reach at the roof while blowin' at that He Man
Fuckin' eaves droppers tryna see my A and B plan
Caught with the coke then you seen 'em on C span
Shots they hittin'
Back in the day if a nigga ever stopped by my kitchen better had them pots clickin'
Look a real light ask and not stop switchin'
On a mission with the missus and she got messin'

She know I want to remember is that we blowin' them kisses
After midnight visits just wanna hit it like (hit it like)
Put my hand on my drawers
Baby, put your face in these bottles oh oh
Bitch pullin' my chain
Ride 'er like e'ry cocaine, rodeo this thing
Couldn't never feel the same, fuckin' with the maids
I couldn't bed, she'd just a part of my slain uuuu