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summer collection - jim jones lyrics

[intro]
sh*t, i ain’t gon’ lie
i ain’t gon’ lie, i’m kinda disappointed, n*gga
but listen here, b*before you—before you drop that—well
before you drop this sh*t, lem—
let me give you some inspiration, ’cause you lackin’, homie

[verse]
that sh*t was trash, we gon’ let him get a do*over (redo)
they got you gassed, you must think that you the new hova (i feel you)
lil’ four*dot*o, n*gga, i jumped in a new rover
your brother still jump in the bed and you tell him, “move over”
these two roach n*ggas don’t know what to do in no raid (uh*uh)
kanye gave you whips, but that’s what they do to the slaves
you tryna act bad, but we ain’t doin’ charades
i really have bombs on the block just like i threw a grenade (what you need?)
don’t got no time to be concerned with no watch you got
you never been uptown buyin’ that work up by the parking spot (que lo que)
tryna get [?] when you run up in the ocky spot
buy five*thousand bottles, then turn around and get a choppy chop
i spent five hundred thousand down at mazza spot
i got a half*a*million car with the broads on top
and f*ck they flowers, we got rolls*es with the stars on top
i make a toast with my jewels, like, “mazel tov” (to the good life)
my name is my name but they ain’t scream it yet (capo)
they talkin’ ’bout the wrath of caine, but we ain’t seen it yet (we waitin’)
we got the switches on that, b*tches, your whole team get wet
let me chill, ’cause i don’t wanna get my team upset
the only beef you know, n*gga, is arby’s or the big mac (facts)
we don’t drive through, we drive by in the car with a big mac (grrt! grrt!)
the last sh*t you dropped, that sh*t was garbage, take that sh*t back
plus you got your brother rappin’ * what, you tryna bring the clipse back?
talkin’ ’bout your brother, what happened to that boy? (ahh!)
he’s lookin’ like they’ve been selling crack to that boy (two*for*fives)
it’s really though, nothin’ to jokes, that’s how n*ggas get embarrassed (uh*huh)
really got some money, i’ll catch you n*ggas out in paris (what’s up?)
i got shooters like luka that hit you n*ggas out in dallas (glah)
y’all be dressing kinda weird, man, you really need a stylist
plus, what y’all know what you identify with, push
you kinda sorta dress, n*gga, you been a fly b*tch
and then he said that i was really chasin’ a feature (really?)
n*gga’s a gorilla ’cause he got some apes in his features
all my gorillas got stones, i’ll have these apes come and meet’cha (east side)
i put these billies on a jet, you pick a place, they’ll meet’cha, n*gga (nine trey, n*gga)
man, talk about my jewels, that was a cheap shot
but these is all vvs, these ain’t the cheap rocks
i don’t know if you’re a rapper or i should treat you like a street opp (how you want it?)
psh—i know[?] top 50 list i was a ch—
[outro]
i can’t imagine what you goin’ through
hahaha (sh*t, i don’t know. we just, i mean—you know)
ahh!

- jim jones lyrics

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