Jim Jones - Rotations lyrics

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Jim Jones - Rotations lyrics

(feat. Mel Matrix) Let's get back to music that was cracked influence Back, but you was' so rack, so' k**ers don't strive to do it, aha! Drug dealers got stacks, so blew it! It's all the same to us You can came till they came for us! (What's what?) Home, I can't forget my n***a Big sh** Daddy, oh! He and Louis bought city, now we're big meat I'm on show in an off show. They gave 'em 39 show and he was called for (Go for the pill!) You fly fellow and the sky dweller (see the world) A king seller and a' dweller (what you are?) Zen life for bad b**h like she bail out sponsored links Uh, I got back, I don't need to tell her! (What's in it?) Whoever's seen the cookie, won a key' So the hunger for the game is what we develop! Keep the gra** cut low, so you could see the jealous Snake motherf**ers called them both' You ' b**hes call them' Because they're trying to squeeze the life from you Have you ever heard of max squeeze'or fortune Didn't hurt your ears from the' Hot water motherf**er when the beef boil But we ain't here for cooking cla** (Let it go!) We don't need to woof just to push your a** A push show, wanna push you over The dope that I sold I put dad and fold us! Uh, coke that I sold, I put dad and soda I ain't talking about Coca-Cola! No Pepsi, b**hes that love em s**y. I ain't talking about Coca-Cola! No Pepsi, b**hes that love em s**y. Grind hard, kept the work in the trash The beef with' kept the gaga off the stash The word from uptown and the' Had that'from smoke and that c**a we snorted. He got familiar touch dough, he was bred by the shooters I'm familiar with the stories, I got my clothes in the boosters The strippers all mine, but I' the bodega The game was on fire, remain cool, I'm a player! I snatch, step some goons that was down to bust for me, Stash hoes .. young and lost for me. I'm on point, that don't means that I'm nervous These all black shades don't mean I ain't focused. Drama never over, I'mma double back with all black, V black.. double black And we don't show no mercy Boys split' put the soul in the dirt, motherf**er!

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