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jimmy - king von lyrics

[intro]
(tahj money)
von

[chorus]
man, that n*gga better pray (on god)
and stay with it on him (stay with it)
he keep lookin’ around, he feel death around the corner (it’s death around the corner)
this n*gga slimy (slime, slime)
just hit a l!ck in california (l!ck in california)
old man an organ donor
gun to his head and picked his phone up
he say, “look, man, we both grown*ups” (what?)
i’ll shoot you and won’t give two f*cks (what?)
call your son, he better pick up (pick up)
and he better bring me all them blue bucks (yeah, yeah)
pops is sweatin’, started breathin’ heavy (d*mn), call the paramedics
he had asthma (uh), but this crazy young b*st*rd ain’t care ’cause he was savage (what?)

[verse]
he say, “call him, stop the stallin'”
he c*ck back his lil’ revolver (gone)
he say, “god, this young man got a problem” (grrah, grrah)
he say, “nah, this a problem solver” (what? huh?)
old man shakin’, now he get to coughin’
he ain’t respondin’, he can’t get him off him
this man dead, he ain’t even bother
somebody son just lost a father (d*mn)
now jimmy found out (what?)
his daddy got k!lled in his house (who? what? huh?)
stuck in the game, he was tryna get out (nah, nah)
some b*tch n*gga ran in his house (d*mn, d*mn, d*mn)
couldn’t take the pain, jimmy broke right down (what? huh?)
his daddy still on the ground (huh? what?)
said, “daddy, you with mama now”
sh*t f*cked up, jimmy was the only child (d*mn, d*mn, d*mn)
now jimmy out here in the streets just runnin’ wild (what?)
put fifty bucks only lil cal (d*mn, d*mn)
n*ggas confused, like, “why lil cal?” (what?)
they say jimmy had cameras in his house (yeah, yeah)
somebody gave him a tip, say lil cal got a crib right there on the 6
he tryna score or assist, say, “god, if you give me this chance, i swear i won’t miss” (on god)
now he stakin’ out in a car three houses down
was just givin’ up, now he pullin’ up now
he parked his car and now he gettin’ out (there he go)
wasted, drunk, he stumblin’ now
jimmy rose and he shot like kawhi (boom, boom)
bullets hit him, man, he hit the ground (boom, boom)
stood over him and he said with a smile
[chorus]
man, that n*gga better pray (pray)
and stay with it on him (stay with it on him)
he keep lookin’ around, he feel death around the corner (it’s death around the corner)
this n*gga slimy (slime, slime)
just hit a l!ck in california (l!ck in california)
old man an organ donor (man an organ donor)
gun to his head and picked his phone up (d*mn, d*mn)
he say, “look, man, we both grown*ups” (what?)
i’ll shoot you and won’t give two f*cks (move)
call your son, he better pick up (give it up)
and he better bring me all them blue bucks (godd*mn)
pops is sweatin’, started breathin’ heavy, call the paramedics
he had asthma, but this crazy young b*st*rd ain’t care ’cause he was savage

- king von lyrics

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