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jim jones - go dj lyrics

(feat. sin city)

[intro:]
f-ck all that, pop that bottle, man
you’re asking me all these questions!
f-ck about, no’
i always can find no money they can’t catching it

hook:
i ran around, take a n-gg-, f-ck a label
pretty n-gg-, but she on me for the paper
plucking out she is out’ n-gg-s, see you later
my mna, i’ll you down, so free the n-gg-, own me favors
uh, show them love (show them love),
the show me hate (they show me hate)
throw some ones and i figure hate (and i figure hate)
tell the goons i only play
bottle after bottle, go dj!

they’re drinking rose, but they’re not pouring liquor out
pay respect! let’s not forget what all my real n-gg-s about!
make money, drink rose, p-ss it out
f-ck hoes, kick ’em out, lord knows you’re missing out!
you missed that one!
your favorite rapper used to be one time (f-ck you!)
my favorite rapper was a dealer one time (true!)
used to play the building, make a killer out one time
but now our car wheels that look ill when the sun shine (you see it)
the roof gone, so f-ck it
i have my roof gone and’ the ball game
it’s’, it’s all the same
over forty on my wrist, i put that forty on your brain.
and back to you n-gg-s that’s screaming shots fire (f-ck up!)
even you p-ssy, you’re a car rider (decay!)
a p-ssy in the drop, you know it drops fire
you c-ck suckers second hand watch buyer
i don’t tweet at the same n-gg-s i beef at
cause my n-gg-s gonna be at the same places you eat at (hungry?)
if that’s beef, then you can f-cking eat that! (get em!)
as a matter of fact, tweet that!
my neck a 100 g pack! (it ain’t over!)
‘ a n-gg- like three laps
baby voice, believe that! (youngling!)
shots fire, n-gg- won’t see that!
sixty rats getting head, n-gg- now lean back!

they say i got a fetish for convertibles
but really is the feds that i’m allergic to
my man was in the feds and he converted too
came home for the’ (pelicans)
but buying’ (you hear me?)
that’s more world out the one two respond to
hit the band, had them bend, do a curb or two
can’t bend with some gens that will murder you
ill sh-t, pocking biggie with a testament
the real sh-t, the watches 50 is the estimate
you still taking shots and you see in years (i hear you)
and i still go through blocks that you ain’t seen in years.
making your body go through shot if we appear
you’re the type that look to god for convenient prayers (i say, lord)
and that’s usually when the gun out
i usually drop my top, motherf-cker when the sun out!

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