Jim Jones - Zeke Interlude

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 it's Glock
Time again, Set that out for your boy
You Smell me? Fuckin
Niggas Man, I'm sick of all these
Piss ant niggas up in here
Got me hot like lava in this motha fucka
Bout to slap slob out one of these
Faggets that keep fuckin with
Me, word is born
Got all these coward ass niggas sweatin
Like it ain't no A
C in this motha fucka, Fuckin With me
Freekey, Any motha fuckin way man
I ain't even really wanna
Holla at you about that bullshit
I really wanna talk
About that phantom shit you was talking bout
That shit ain't
Me son, word is born im too gangsta for
That shit, want no motha
Fuckin phantom, nawmean, i need some
Low key inexpensive shit, you
Know wut I sayin, cop
The boy a lil Ashton Martin or something
Black on Black with
The black tint, you know what
Im sayin, The Rims
Let me see, put my face on them rims
You know what im sayin that's how
I like to do it you know what im sayin have
All these bitches connected
To my dick like nuts you know what im sayin
Its ya boy man, doin what he does best, fuck
Wit you hard, You know what im sayin i Fucked
With You Hard Nigga, You Know What Im Sayin
Get At me

Written by:
Antwan Thompson, Denise Weeks, Jim Jones

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