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jim jones - credibility كلمات الأغنية

[intro: jim jones]
yeah we back in this b_tch
it’s byrdgang motherf_cker (ha)
what? we supposed to stop cause y’all n_ggas is doing bad? (ha)
well if you knew better you’d do better f_ck boy (ha)
you know how we giving it up, broad day if we have to
ain’t nothing changed
we coming to get you f_ggots
you dig?
we still riding on you
it’s still goonies
m.o.b. for life motherf_cker
dipset, ride high motherf_cker (jones!)

[verse 1: jim jones]
skip the middleman, knock a couple points off (bring the price down)
i bring a hundred grand, just to get my point across (i need five birds)
you see we looking for [?]
we talking bricks and you can keep your lil’ digi_scale (you cappin’ ’bout a key)
i cop five but he fronted five (wow)
drop lines for the summer time
(you feel the heat up in july)
i’m living mine like it’s no tomorrow (uh oh)
10 g’s a night, and just to blow on bottles (ballin’!)
so you can see where my life’s headed (down the wrong path)
and if you wanna see where the night’s headed
follow all the cars, it’s looking like a after party
at the strip joint, but it’s looking like a bachelor party
[hook: max b]
it’s byrdgang on you b_tches
let it bang on you snitches
tote the thing when you twist it and start the car (and get away)
start to [?] the switches, you just a lil vicious
we throw a couple stacks up and buy the bar (ten a day)
play in the summer, got diamonds plenty colors
and we don’t give a f_ck about who you are (n_gga you g_y)
tell me n_gga what’s the odds
when you f_ck up credibility with the squad (byrdgang)

[verse 2: jim jones]
now we pushing in the black gallardi’ (red line)
guns in the whip, like we doing bank robberies (we fully loaded up)
i’m disrespecting the law (f_ck ’em)
i’m burning smoke, pedal pressed to the floor (speeding!)
and we the crooks that move bricks for our wages (that fast money)
and read the book, just don’t flip through the pages (do the knowledge n_gga)
you see my wrist is outrageous (blingin’!)
and i’m hopping out a whip, you b_tch n_gga it’s the latest (’07 sh_t)
i took trips out to vegas (west side!)
and broke even with the poker dealer (’bout thirty grand)
i burned rubber when i was leaving out the ‘rossa dealer (buck ninety)
i’m flossing hard so you know the hoes got to feel it

[hook: max b]
it’s byrdgang on you b_tches
let it bang on you snitches
tote the thing when you twist it and start the car (and get away)
start to [?] the switches, you just a lil vicious
we throw a couple stacks up and buy the bar (ten a day)
play in the summer, got diamonds plenty colors
and we don’t give a f_ck about who you are (n_gga you g_y)
tell me n_gga what’s the odds
when you f_ck up credibility with the squad (byrdgang)
[verse 3: jim jones]
this is the fast life (vroom!)
ain’t no slowing down (beep beep!)
meet me at the dealer, the roof going down
(i want that in convertible)
and paper plates like a cook out (crush)
hit out a highway and we was racing on the push out (speeding!)
so while i’m zooming in my sports car, sky fall ceiling, full moon and the north star (there’s no ceiling here)
smelling tires from the burning rubber (burning rubber!)
zig_zaggin’ same ‘rari’s, boy them different colors (keep up n_gga)
and lord know how the liquor does us (twisted!)
they say life is written, and only he can judge us (i say a prayer)
that’s why the kids stunt drastically
all blue stones in the princess cut masterpiece

- jim jones

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