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dioskouri dubois - jim lang lyrics

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jim lang
i remember growing up b-mping this as a minor way before swagg i was rocking designer had b-tches on my d but my shawty was finer all i know is feast like garfield’s lasagna k!lling these beats like the streets of rwanda been through plenty beef thats word to my momma i couldn’t even sleep i was thinkin bout karma

touched a couple cells
still get first cl-ss mail
95 racks for my bail
released from the jail
keep all my bait in a pail
still got weight for the sales
never snitch never tell

live by the streets and the code
gota keep the heat when its cold
wash dirty clothes
ima make sure you niggas fold
that was talking down on my soul

put this shit to rest similar to cardiac arrest imma make em feel it in they chest
always had respect so i ain’t worried bout a vest keep a couple shooters on deck

talking out your neck i could turn your head to a check and i got the bread on the set

bang for the fam cuz its family first
i been whipping up word to the grams

word to my mans ima need my check in advance

thinking you the boss whats the plan
if you try to scam

yea i put this on my grams
like a shell
he’ll be sleeping under sand

in a corenors van
thats where your body will land
so don’t let the shit hit the fan

in a corenors van
thats where your body will land
so don’t let the shit hit the fan

nigga

- dioskouri dubois lyrics

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