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jimmy mitch – sup jimbo… how was vegas? كلمات اغاني

[intro: jimmy mitch]
man, you wouldn’t believe! (oh!)
lift off in h-town

[verse 1: jimmy mitch]
jimmy just touched down on the west coast
home of the best smoke
jimmy out the south i’m a nigga up in paris
don’t know how to act, i met a couple dames at the baggage claim who were old enough to be my parents
they approached quickly said, “welcome to sin city,”
“whatever happens happens,” it isn’t gon’ leave with me
they asked me where i’m staying and if i need comapany
i referred them to the telly and told them to f-ck with me
hopped off the shuttle
check-in was a fool so i mosey to the bar and cop a bottle of the bubble
‘vator to my room, slip into my shoes
nigga open up the curtains see the city line view
aw man this city’s right, dude
maybe i should move here when i finish up school
man the dirty south’s cool
but moving west is a manifest destiny that i can’t shake loose

[hook: jimmy mitch]
i’m free; i’m lost don’t find me
i might never leave; it’s the place to be

[verse 2: jimmy mitch]
yeah, i’m in the place to be; got my niggas with me
and booking different resorts so on the strip we link
these niggas p-ssing out fliers, they trying hustling me
and everybody want a tip, i tell them suck on the d
you know i’m playing around, see me be cracking a smile
limousines, pool parties b-tch i drink ’til i drown
somehow got back to the room, p-ssed out and woke up at 2
ain’t get to do half of the shit that i had wanted to do
look, by sunrise i was wide awake; go to where my niggas stay
homie say they came up half a g off of a table game
thinking maybe i should play
lost a couple dubs, nigga i ain’t want ’em anyway; pour up, charge it to the game
creep in the venetian, you should see the ceiling
i think i’m outside, b-tch it’s morning in the evening
got to see it to believe it, pockets bleeding i’m eating
every memory i’m keeping i’m thinking ’bout never leaving

[hook: jimmy mitch]

[outro: jimmy mitch]
shout out to my nigga for his birthday
25 years you’re a mother f-cking oj
i mean og, i can’t speak
i be playing poker with my broski
won an andy jack off a mother f-cking georgie

- jimmy mitch

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