Jim Jones - Itza

I love popping but too much it'll kill you

Rolling out weed is like a living dream
If you do the same thing
Than it sounds familiar
Now that's a no no no
But when it's going on it's
Like yeah yeah yeah

When the drop come out all
The whores come out
Trying to get tap out think I got out bitch
Chop about a nuts got a wife
You will not pay me about my baby
Take my money every month no I
Can't see it in my vision
But the bullshit be dead on collision
Rolling block to the cheese
Raise my stack I am my own trusted
In the wind like the
The fait on the don't talk to me
I am online don't facebook me
Eliminate the irony that's what I dream
See a dollar sign every time
I am fucking bleed so hop up and go fly
I' m the shit you stink
These niggers 14 days

I so practice give a
Till the day I found me an actresses
There is two things I won't
Game for the winners private for the losers
Fast lane stay truth better get radical
Keep an eye to women even
Though I am not dependable

Written by:
JIM JONES, CHRISTOPHER JAMES GHOLSON

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Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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