歌曲 | Love My Life |
歌手 | Jim Jones |
专辑 | Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product of My Environment) |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Artist:Jim Jones/Max B | |
[Jim Jones] | |
They got us fuckin up a storm (fuckin) | |
Kush up till the morn (you know) | |
Breezin from the telly puffin marijuan (all night) | |
White t & my pelly (crispy) thuggin like la fonz (got it) | |
Made it rain on them bitches a bucket full of ones (ballin) | |
We got them gold diggers (what else) | |
Cold bitches that wanna party off patron liquor | |
Car hoppers the hard stoppers (you better watch em) | |
Catch 'em at the party call 'em bar hoppers (I see em) | |
We live up in the sky you call 'em star watchers | |
They chase dope boys trap stars with fast cars (ya benz) | |
And executives rap stars with black cars (imported) | |
So we could swipe it charge it to the game | |
Trips to M.I.A. Murcielago in the lane | |
[Chorus: Max B] | |
She's got a thing for slippin clique & goin clubbin at nights | |
Ain't nothin Like the love of my life | |
She likes the finer things & fuck with niggaz whose money is right | |
Ain't nothin Like the love of my life | |
She love the dick suck it till it cum | |
She say I'm the best fuck of her life | |
She give a nigga the energy he need whenever he feels nothin is right | |
[Jim Jones] | |
Now we in M.I. (sai pa say) party till the noon (ballin) | |
Hammers in the ride ferraris go zoom (speedin) | |
All types of incidentals (bottles) charges on my room (maxed out) | |
From last night buggin we mobbin with the goons (byrd gang) | |
We hit the town hard (zo pound) fuckin with the ladies (g-mackin) | |
Bottles of viva clique (twisted) puffin on the hazy (purple) | |
It's all deja vu (uh-huh) seen it all before (I seen it) | |
Got her in my drop heater on the floor (for real) | |
So I sped off from the spot (got her) gettin heady rock (right) | |
Got her in the telly she wouldn't let a nigga pop (stuntin on the cooch) | |
And when I woke all I seen was a note (what it said) | |
Nigga follow the trail & meet me in A-T-L (let's do it) | |
[Chorus] | |
[Jim Jones] | |
Now we pull up in the a (atl) shoppin in lenox mall (ballin) | |
Gotta get fly squad ready to ball (stay fresh) | |
We thinkin 112 (112) or maybe even visions (maybe visions) | |
Drinks at the bar like baby what you sippin (what you drinkin on) | |
Then she told me magic city (what) fat asses & they pretty (strippers) | |
They got me blowin thousands throwin stacks by the fifty (I need singles) | |
Got some bitches out of strokers (fuck em) gotta get focus (stay focused) | |
I'm tryin to play my cards like a game of strip poker (place ya bet) | |
Flight up in the mornin (aw man) gotta get up on her (I got a hour) | |
When I leave you can tell ya friends about my performance (call me baby) | |
And all the time M.O.B. on my mind (uh-huh) | |
The weekend was nice baby but I'm back to N.Y. (21st) | |
[Chorus] |
Artist: Jim Jones Max B | |
Jim Jones | |
They got us fuckin up a storm fuckin | |
Kush up till the morn you know | |
Breezin from the telly puffin marijuan all night | |
White t my pelly crispy thuggin like la fonz got it | |
Made it rain on them bitches a bucket full of ones ballin | |
We got them gold diggers what else | |
Cold bitches that wanna party off patron liquor | |
Car hoppers the hard stoppers you better watch em | |
Catch ' em at the party call ' em bar hoppers I see em | |
We live up in the sky you call ' em star watchers | |
They chase dope boys trap stars with fast cars ya benz | |
And executives rap stars with black cars imported | |
So we could swipe it charge it to the game | |
Trips to M. I. A. Murcielago in the lane | |
Chorus: Max B | |
She' s got a thing for slippin clique goin clubbin at nights | |
Ain' t nothin Like the love of my life | |
She likes the finer things fuck with niggaz whose money is right | |
Ain' t nothin Like the love of my life | |
She love the dick suck it till it cum | |
She say I' m the best fuck of her life | |
She give a nigga the energy he need whenever he feels nothin is right | |
Jim Jones | |
Now we in M. I. sai pa say party till the noon ballin | |
Hammers in the ride ferraris go zoom speedin | |
All types of incidentals bottles charges on my room maxed out | |
From last night buggin we mobbin with the goons byrd gang | |
We hit the town hard zo pound fuckin with the ladies gmackin | |
Bottles of viva clique twisted puffin on the hazy purple | |
It' s all deja vu uhhuh seen it all before I seen it | |
Got her in my drop heater on the floor for real | |
So I sped off from the spot got her gettin heady rock right | |
Got her in the telly she wouldn' t let a nigga pop stuntin on the cooch | |
And when I woke all I seen was a note what it said | |
Nigga follow the trail meet me in ATL let' s do it | |
Chorus | |
Jim Jones | |
Now we pull up in the a atl shoppin in lenox mall ballin | |
Gotta get fly squad ready to ball stay fresh | |
We thinkin 112 112 or maybe even visions maybe visions | |
Drinks at the bar like baby what you sippin what you drinkin on | |
Then she told me magic city what fat asses they pretty strippers | |
They got me blowin thousands throwin stacks by the fifty I need singles | |
Got some bitches out of strokers fuck em gotta get focus stay focused | |
I' m tryin to play my cards like a game of strip poker place ya bet | |
Flight up in the mornin aw man gotta get up on her I got a hour | |
When I leave you can tell ya friends about my performance call me baby | |
And all the time M. O. B. on my mind uhhuh | |
The weekend was nice baby but I' m back to N. Y. 21st | |
Chorus |
Artist: Jim Jones Max B | |
Jim Jones | |
They got us fuckin up a storm fuckin | |
Kush up till the morn you know | |
Breezin from the telly puffin marijuan all night | |
White t my pelly crispy thuggin like la fonz got it | |
Made it rain on them bitches a bucket full of ones ballin | |
We got them gold diggers what else | |
Cold bitches that wanna party off patron liquor | |
Car hoppers the hard stoppers you better watch em | |
Catch ' em at the party call ' em bar hoppers I see em | |
We live up in the sky you call ' em star watchers | |
They chase dope boys trap stars with fast cars ya benz | |
And executives rap stars with black cars imported | |
So we could swipe it charge it to the game | |
Trips to M. I. A. Murcielago in the lane | |
Chorus: Max B | |
She' s got a thing for slippin clique goin clubbin at nights | |
Ain' t nothin Like the love of my life | |
She likes the finer things fuck with niggaz whose money is right | |
Ain' t nothin Like the love of my life | |
She love the dick suck it till it cum | |
She say I' m the best fuck of her life | |
She give a nigga the energy he need whenever he feels nothin is right | |
Jim Jones | |
Now we in M. I. sai pa say party till the noon ballin | |
Hammers in the ride ferraris go zoom speedin | |
All types of incidentals bottles charges on my room maxed out | |
From last night buggin we mobbin with the goons byrd gang | |
We hit the town hard zo pound fuckin with the ladies gmackin | |
Bottles of viva clique twisted puffin on the hazy purple | |
It' s all deja vu uhhuh seen it all before I seen it | |
Got her in my drop heater on the floor for real | |
So I sped off from the spot got her gettin heady rock right | |
Got her in the telly she wouldn' t let a nigga pop stuntin on the cooch | |
And when I woke all I seen was a note what it said | |
Nigga follow the trail meet me in ATL let' s do it | |
Chorus | |
Jim Jones | |
Now we pull up in the a atl shoppin in lenox mall ballin | |
Gotta get fly squad ready to ball stay fresh | |
We thinkin 112 112 or maybe even visions maybe visions | |
Drinks at the bar like baby what you sippin what you drinkin on | |
Then she told me magic city what fat asses they pretty strippers | |
They got me blowin thousands throwin stacks by the fifty I need singles | |
Got some bitches out of strokers fuck em gotta get focus stay focused | |
I' m tryin to play my cards like a game of strip poker place ya bet | |
Flight up in the mornin aw man gotta get up on her I got a hour | |
When I leave you can tell ya friends about my performance call me baby | |
And all the time M. O. B. on my mind uhhuh | |
The weekend was nice baby but I' m back to N. Y. 21st | |
Chorus |