Nasty Girl lyrics - Jim Jones (feat. Jeremih, DJ SpinKing)

SpinKing

Jeremih

We still on fire

Hrrr

Capo!

Why you always talkin that nasty shit?

(Nasty girl, nasty girl)

You know I be lovin that nasty shit

(She a nasty girl, she a nasty girl)

Uh, I keep bitches that like bitches

I eat bitches like dyke bitches (nasty)

You damn right, vamp life bitches

I take the roof off and on like light switchers

So now I'm down like three bands

I ain't Future but she kept getting free bands

I was on her like a nigga had three hands

Fat ass, bow legged how she stand

I told her come with me and cum me

She said the pussy cost money, she don't come for free

She said put a tax on it

Gratuity fee, I put a stack on it like

Why you always talkin that nasty shit?

(Don't ask me shit, don't ask me shit)

You know I be lovin that nasty shit

(Fat ass and shit, fat ass and shit)

Fat ass n shit, back it on my dick

I love you girl, you love the stick

Go and bend that back, I throw them racks

I'll work on that, work on that

I'm a dog, I don't need molly

Find your girl on her knees probably (my bad)

Pilla seen, she a cold bitch

She the stylest of the bitch of the whole get [?]

I'm a freak in the bedroom

She said she need head room

So I bang her head on the head rest (oops)

(Then I put that ass on bed rest)

And I ain't scared, I eat the cooch

But, you know, first I gotta meet the coupe

And you know rich bitch speak the truth

That's the last time I speak to you

Why you always talkin that nasty shit?

(Don't ask me shit, don't ask me shit)

You know I be lovin that nasty shit

(Fat ass and shit, fat ass and shit)

Fat ass n shit, back it on my dick

I love you girl, you love the stick

Go and bend that back, I throw them racks

I'll work on that, work on that

Go to work work work work work work work on er (nasty girl, she a nasty girl)

Said I go to work work work work work work work on er (nasty girl, she a nasty girl)

Back it over, [?]

Started off with ones, now the bills bigger

Your friend thirsty, get her a drink

You wyling out, I need a freak

She need a gee, I gave her two of em

Rock in my hand, that's two of us

Don't take no drinks for her to do something

(Gonna do that nasty shit on her)

Lovings what I love to do, that's what I came to do

That's what we gonna do, Thats what we gonna do

We talkin about park the car, hit you on top the car

That's what we gonna do, that's what we gonna do

And if you like that, I'll probably bite that

That's what I'm gonna do, That's what I'm gonna do

Whatever you want to, you bring your friends along

I'l bring my [?] along, I'll bring my [?] along (She a nasty girl, She a nasty girl)

Why you always talkin that nasty shit?

(Don't ask me shit, don't ask me shit)

You know I be lovin that nasty shit

(Fat ass and shit, fat ass and shit)

Fat ass n shit, back it on my dick

I love you girl, you love the stick

Go and bend that back, I throw them racks

I'll work on that, work on that

SpinKing baby!

Capo!

Jeremih!

You know I love that nasty shit right?

Let's go!

DMR!

Vampire Life!

Rose Gold Rolies lyrics - Bizzy Crook & Jim Jones

Wrote this on the couch at YSL while she shop around

Hard to keep track of all my thots that's why I jot em down

Said I don't call her when I'm outta Town

Cause I been living out my dreams in front of niggas that shot em down

Every other week I wake up in another country

Used to want a quarter mil a year

And now I see it monthly

My ex girl finally confessed that she will always love me

Wonder if she's telling me the truth

Or is it just the money?

I mean it's obvious you know what it do

I mean, if you was her you'd be in love wit me too

See I'ma south Florida repper

Good Luck Forever records

Bought 2 Benzes in a month she said I'm being mad extra

Damn, you know what's funny to see

Record execs that turned me down

Tryna get money wit me

See motherfuckers told me no and I took note of it all

Now I'm out in the Atlantic off the coast wit me dawgs, Good Luck

The city talking now

Bizzy copped the what?

I tried to keep it humble, this time y'all outta luck

Rose gold Rolex, Big boy benzes

I had to switch the lenses

I had to dead some friendships

The city talking now

Yeah, we who they talking bout

Rose gold Rolex, Big boy benzes

I had to switch the lenses

I had to dead some friendships

Couple niggas I swore would've been down for me

When I was up until that shit start going down for me

Then I would look up and then them niggas wasn't around for me

Then shit got me thinking they probably wouldn't bust a round for me

And meanwhile I was out risking it all, but I know

Deep down inside man I just wanna ball

Live the finer life cause I done did so much crime in life

They told me that success only gon come when the time is right

You know Mazi gon make sure I'm shining right

My flight landed kinda late I just missed Prime tonight

I needed a bigger safe the way this money coming in

I been doing this so long I'm like, Twenty Rolies In

I got the gold one on right now, I left that Rose in the safe

Ain't gon catch me in the club with no hoes in my face

If you really know a nigga, I tell them hoes give me space

I let her see the stars in the Rolls like that hoe was in space

The city talking now

Bizzy copped the what?

I tried to keep it humble, this time y'all outta luck

Rose gold Rolex, Big boy benzes

I had to switch the lenses

I had to dead some friendships

The city talking now

Yeah, we who they talking bout

Rose gold Rolex, Big boy benzes

I had to switch the lenses

I had to dead some friendships

Summer Collection lyrics - Jim Jones

Shit, I ain't gon' lie

I ain't gon' lie, I'm kind of disappointed, nigga

But listen here, before, before you dropped that

Well, before you drop this shit

Let me give you some inspiration

'Cause you lacking, home

That shit was trash, we gon' let him do a do-over (Redo)

They got you gassed you must think that you the new Hova

You a four-dot-o, nigga, I jumped in the new Rover

Your brother's still jumping the bed and you tell him move over these two roach niggas don't know what to do in the rain

Kanye you whips but that's what they do to the slaves

I'm trying to act bad but we ain't doing charades

I really have bombs in the block just like I threw a grenade

I don't got time to be concerned with no watch you got

You've never been uptown by not working by The Parking Spot (Que lo que)

Trying to get Illusions when you run up in the ocky spot

My five thousand miles you turn around and get a choppy chop

I spent five hundred thousand down at Mazza spot

I got a half a mill' in with the Brows on top

Now fuck they flowers we got roses with the stars on top

I make a toast with my jewels like your Mazel Tov

My name is my name but they ain't screaming that

They talking about the wrath of Caine but we ain't seen it yet

We got the switches on that bitches your whole team get wet

Let me chill 'cause I don't wanna get my team upset

The only beef you know, nigga, is Arby's or the Big Mac

We don't drive through, we drive by in the car with the big MAC

The last shit you dropped, that shit was garbage, take that shit back

Plus you got your brother rappin', what you tryna bring the Clipse back?

Talk about your brother, what happened to that boy?

He's looking like they've been selling crack to that boy

It's really though, nothing to joke, niggas get embarrased

Really got some money I catch you niggas out in Paris

I got shooters like Luka to hit you niggas out in Dallas

Y'all be dressing kinda weird, man, you really need a stylist

Plus what y'all know what you identify with, Push

You kinda saw the dress, nigga, you been a fly bitch

And then he said that I was really chasing a feature

Nigga's a gorilla 'cause he got some Apes in his features

All my gorillas got stones I had these apes come and meet you

I put these billies on the jet to pick a place they'll meet you, nigga

Talk about my jewels, that was a cheap shot

But this is all VVS, these ain't the cheap rocks

I don't know if you're a rapper I said treat you like a street opp

I know the top 50 list I wasn't

I could imagine what you're going through

Hahaha (Shit, I don't know)

I mean you know

The Crash lyrics - Jim Jones

After they finished searching the van for drugs...

The officer told me 'If I don't believe in God - now is the time to start.'

I was halfway to sleep, faded off the sour

Not knowing that coulda been my last hour

I see it clear, we was on 85

Road looking clear doing 'bout 85

A smooth sail turned to a crazy ride

I wish I could say nigga watch the way you drive

Well, he was just tryna swerve a deer

I didn't get to say it but the lord heard my prayers

Head on collision with the guard rail

And I'm a firm believer that God's real

I felt my van crash against the hard steel

At that point I couldn't tell you how my heart feel

I seen it happen, we was spinning like a bottle top

And I was praying Lord make the bottle stop

I swear to God I seen the silhouette

And when we crashed, Nini still woke up a little wet

The tyres broke off, ripping up the concrete

Hit the wall, kept us outta harms reach

And not an airbag popped out

And without near stressed I hopped out

I got a couple bangs and a couple bruises

jet lag, a broken rib and two contusions

All that, we tryna make our destination

But it coulda been our final destination

I used to speed when I whipped the V's

Until a nigga sin almost crippled me

Damn it made a nigga see his life flash

I see my son, I see my mum, I see Christ flash

I almost died on Martin Luther Day

And for the cause he was a martyr just a few would say

Now I'm thinking hard what my crew would say

Maybe wonder what my boo would say

I wonder what she would say

They say what don't kill you, makes you stronger

And my momma always told me the angels was with me

I guess that's all them prayers through all those years

Well since I'm still here nigga, guess what?

The People lyrics - Jim Jones

As I look at CNN, it says, "Breaking news - Protests erupt across America, following the death of, George Floyd. R.I.P George. You more than a legend, you're icon, you're immortal, we got you.

Kaep took a knee but I think it's time we take a stand

That crooked cop put his knee on the neck of a sacred man

We still searchin' for equal rights inside this racist land

That all started when Columbus docked here to take the land

With the spirits of the Haitians, we take the power or the land back

This .40 got so much power, man, I think you should stand back

Every time we dig our way out, we sink in like a sand trap

We need more than reparations, man, why can't you understand that? (Do you hear me now?)

We spell "America" with three K's (KKK)

We'll show you mass hysteria like loadin' up three K's (Uh-uh)

They been burnin' precincts down on CNN for the past three days

That's for every time we see that murder on media replays (We got you, George)

The President tweeted and said, "When the looting starts" (Fuck 'em)

His exact quotes was, "That's when the shooting starts" (We ready)

Well, tell that motherfucker we already started lootin' (Facts)

Shit get any worse, we gon' be ready to start shootin'

Pray to the soul of Malcom or Martin (Uh-huh)

Martin Jr would be happy to see all the troops that was marchin' (Fists in the air)

Look on TV, it feels like the revolution is starting

On the same day they let the rockets shoot to the martians (Blast off)

I seen a Somalian girl with a handful of tear gas (As-salamu alaykum)

2020, not even half of the year passed (Facts)

We been fightin' COVID and everybody gotta wear masks

Let's all bow our heads 'cause we need some more prayers at mass (Amen)

(La musica de Harry Fraud)

I can't breathe, y'all

I fe-. I feel like I can't breathe though

Get, get off my neck, I can't breathe though

Mama, I can't breathe though

We Fly High (New York Giants Remix) lyrics - Jim Jones

[Intro:]

I wear a mean dark pair of shades

Aint you cant see my eyes unless my head is bent , you dig

(This one for the giants cuz you ballin.. NewYork!!)

[Chrous:]

[Jim Jones:]

We fly high, No Lie ,You know this (BALLIN!)

Foreign rides, outside, its like showbiz (We in the building)

[Girl:]

We stay fly, No Lie ,You know this (BALLIN!)

Hips and Thighs, Oh my, Stay focus

[Verse 1:]

Before the game kick off.

From the coin toss you can get your pass picked off.(INTERCEPTION)

Gotta watch your play action

Guard Your Quarterback cuz Strahan'll Sack'em

Defensive line Osi'll tackle'em

Tiki is the Captain

Eli do the passin(GIANTS)

Yea New York is what we Reppin(Scorin)

Yea thats our main objective

Quarterback Sneak lookin for fourth and goal

take a chance and kick the ball through the pole(THOUCHDOWN)

Yea do it like Jim Jones Fade away dance when you hit the end zone.(BALLIN)

[Chorus:]

New York Giants Fly High and you know this(BALLLIN)

SuperBowl no lie we focused(Giants)

[x2]

New York Giants Lets Go Defense

[x4]

[Giants:]

New York Giants Fly High and you know this(BALLLIN)

SuperBowl no lie we focused(Giants)

[x2]

We Set The Trends (Remix) lyrics - Jim Jones, Lil Wayne & DJ Khaled (feat. Migos & Juelz Santana)

This the remix

And it's three milli on the wrist

Real life (Another one)

You know we inspired you

We set trends

(Bordeaux & Non Native)

We set for life

We the biggest

Bitch, I'm a trendsetter, bitch, I'm a dipsetter

I got the heat with me, I got a temp-setter

I got a sun-setter, yeah, that's the Beretta

This shit a breeze to me, I watch the wind settle

I took a mood setter, then I felt too settled

I took a re-setter, now I feel too better

These niggas knew better, these niggas know better

After the fumes settle, after the smoke settle

I'm still a go-getter, cause I'm a goal-setter

I like her throat wetter, she said my drip wetter

Hold up it get better, I left her clit wetter

That bitch in bed with' her, I had to swim set her

Bitch I'm a jet setter, fly with no wind pressure

Bitch I'm a scene-setter, I got the strap on the AK I swing-set 'em

I'm a sight-setter, I was fly before you had a flight set up, I'm trendy

We set the trends, got it out the mud, nigga we had to cleanse

One at their heads, nigga we at their brims

Niggas actin' like bitches, leave that to them

Bugatti Veyron, harder than iron

I been a dog, you been a hydrant

I raised these niggas, now gimme my flowers

Daisies nigga (Tunechi)

We set the trends (Trends, trends)

Bringin' in ends (Bringin' in cash, ends)

I'ma have to call my accountant to make sure this shit came in (This the remix, brrt)

It's just me and my gang (Gang)

Fuck niggas, we don't do friends (Fuck)

What he say? He want smoke? (Smoke)

We gon' spin (Brrt), spin again (Uh, uh, uh)

Ayy, I know how to get it, the Maybach is kitted

My drip is exquisite, my style is prolific

My gun come with switches

I stand on the business, as God is my witness

She say you want smoke, and I'm granting your wishes

Oh, that's your ho? And she thinks I'm delicious

Show 'em what they doing

I show you I did it, showed them how to do it

They hate to admit it (Yeah)

Don't show me that bitch cause I already hit it

Don't show me a million, I already spent it

They know how I'm coming, they know that I'm with it

All of that cap and get one of you fitted (Bah)

It's been a while, been away for a minute

The platform was mine I don't take what I'm given

Gave 'em a head start now I'm shaving the distance

Need mines with interest to be more specific (Ayy)

They know the drill, we set the trends

We don't just ball, we bend the rims (Yeah)

Ten toes tall, we stand to win (Win)

They are not us, we are not them (No)

We been doin' this, where do I begin? (Where?)

Where do I start, where do I end? (Where?)

When they come to work, they just pretend

We put in in like we in the gym

Don't walk up this street 'cause you might lose a limb

Blood on my Tims, so what you can swim? (So what?)

This water's reserved for sharks, remember I told you before you jump in (Ayy, ayy)

We set the trends (Trends, trends)

Bringin' in ends (Bringin' in cash, ends)

I'ma have to call my accountant to make sure this shit came in (Brrt)

First, I showed how to bang and then I showed how to ball

First nigga that was walking a Supreme (Asap)

Cut my money back up, put a kilo on my neck

Man this shit is worth like two bitches (Brrat)

Come through drippin' (Uh)

First nigga move, I'm hit 'em (Baow)

The next nigga move, you go with' 'em

But I ain't here to talk no middleman shit

You got a boss? Then you should go get 'em

Where he at? We set the trends

Big F&N when I step out the Benz (I got it)

My lil' bousin' did it, man

He just been trapped in six

Now he fresh out the pan (Now we actin' bad)

You know what's up, we goin' up

We are not comin' down (Not at all)

This bitch don't trip, better watch for the crown

All these rocks in my watch with the crown

Now it's chop a nigga down

We set the trends (Trends, trends)

Bringin' in ends (Bringin' in cash, ends)

I'ma have to call my accountant to make sure this shit came in (This the remix, brrt)

It's just me and my gang (Gang)

Fuck niggas, we don't do friends (Fuck)

What he say? He want smoke? (Smoke)

We gon' spin (Brrt), spin again

We Fly High (Remix) lyrics - Jim Jones (feat. Diddy, T.I., Birdman, Young Dro)

I wear a mean dark pair a shades
(You know we can't have one a nothing)
(So we had to double up)
You can't see my eyes unless my head is bent

Dipset.
REMIX!!!!

[Chorus:]
We fly high, no lie, you know this (balling!)
Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (ladies)
We stay fly, no lie, you know this (remix)
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focus

[Jones]
PC blowticious, Lamborghini, it's audicious
From Harlem to Hollywood I'm still hood,
500 horses stuffed in my Ferrari hood
Fuck niggas talk 'bout MC's on my hills
Hip hop was dead and killer gave me the will
Black car fever got this nigga feeling ill
It's the shop for a now nigga giving out deals
(It's all about the Benjamen's baby)

I'm flying off Lennox, in the Bentley all crazy
The roof top as I am showing my ass,
I brought New York back ya niggas ain't got a chance

[Chorus]

[T.I.]
I ain't gonna' lie I'm fucked up, Phil died and we all sad
The only one thing gonna get us by and that's the ball game,
Then buy me a lonely crib 50 on the dog tag,
Cracks on the deal that's twenty mill
And you thought I have gone mad, now I had to gone
Grab the speeder at the red light,
Blue florescent head light, you better get your bread right,
You ain't a baller, you chase checks I check write, even when I got a dark outside I bet my neck bright

[Diddy]
Hey ya hold up, pick a restaurant Chows or Chin Chin
Now pick a car, which one I ain't been in,
Pick a watch as long as the hand spinning
Pick an actress which one I ain't swim in
The yachts still on the deck
Retirement plan I dropped it on her neck
I'm still spending old money, Benjamen's remix 10 Year gold money motherfuckers

[Chorus]

[Birdman]
500 on the Bentley, 50 g's on the Caddy, 100 gs on my bar
'Cause we boat living large
Doing my thing with this uptown swang
Nigga get it how we live like money ain't a thing
I be stunning on them things everytime you see me
Swang everytime you see me hang
Best believe I got that thing.
Pop up at the club nigga show them hoes love
'Cause they know we make it rain so they show us gangster love

[Young Dro]
It's like I'm skating on ice like Christie Yamaguchi
Sit up in the Chevy eating blowfish sushi
550 mint colored Benz me and Jin with the back camp twins blowing our flutie
Hair real block 'cause you know we getting coofy, iceberg drop nigga now riding goofy,
28 inches in the air, know I'm balling 'cause my whole Wrist pink and my neck kinda blue (dro)

[Chorus]