Harlem Diary Of A Summer Jim Jones Zip Codes

Harlem: Diary of a Summer ~ Release by Jim Jones (see all versions of this release, 1 available). JIM JONES - Harlem: Diary Of A Summer - CD - Dual Disc - New. Destination ZIP Code and time of acceptance and will depend on shipping service selected.

Jim Jones Summer Wit Miami [Feat. Trey Songz] Lyricist：Stephen Hacker, Ernie Isley, Marvin Isley, O'kelly Isley, Ronald Isley, Rudolph Isley, Christopher H. Jasper, Jim Jones, Tremaine Neverson, David Stokes They say rap music is subliminal But the music for us is like our own diary Something like a confession They tell me life is a bitch She's something like the seasons Just like mother nature She come and go as she please That's why they get their period once a month I say that to say this, if you think that bitch Summer is yours, she could be cheating on you Ya heard? Uh, just got me feeling like opium I'm tryna dance with the loaded M Open up a bottle and it goes around I'm leaving drunk by 4 a.m. And watch me jump in the golden Benz Top down with the pokey rims Now I'm swerving, so you know I'm bent I lost count, who knows what I spent I recall nine cleavage Bitches stepping on my nice sneakers One hand in the sky, the other hand was on her thigh I was grinding to the beat with my hammer on my side Now G's only as we speed to the Rolex And three or four G's is what we sneeze at the Rolex Play some out your part, it's about 6 a.m.

Denise Weeks) Pardon the Syzzrup. Jim, Jim, Fucks up nigga nawmean, the beat all good you feel me, Doin Me as Usual man, good looking for that glock, but you know its glock time again, Set that out for your boy, You Smell me? Max B) [Chorus:] G's up nigga, ho's down If the bitch can't swim she gon'drown Runnin the streets totin' the 4 pound U didn't know we was them niggas, the nigga u know now (dipset) [2x] [MAx B:] I had to fade 'm into black Hit 'm with the crossover made 'm jump back And before all that I used to make 'm pump crack Ridin'shotgun in the?? [Juelz Santana] Uh huh, Dipset Bitch.

Yeh yeh, yeah, okay (Hook - Juelz) Niggaz come along would you ride wit me? (Go, come on) Bitches come along would you ride with me? (Go, come on) People come along would you ride wit me? (Go, come on) Ride wit me, Ride wit me, Ride wit me.(C'mon) Niggaz come along would you ride wit me? (Go, come on) Bitches come along would you ride wit me?

(Go, come on) People come along would you ride wit me? Hell Rell) [Intro: Jim Jones] Rell fresh home How it feel to back where the bricks my nigga Ya heard, I got the D.A. On my ass right now All my soldiers behind the G Wall Inhale, exhale. I wear a mean dark pair of shades Aint you cant see my eyes unless my head is bent, you dig 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 (Jim Jones) Ya boy gettin paper (Money), I buy big cars (Foreign) I need fly rides to drive in my garage (Choose 1) Stay sky high (Twisted), Fly wit the stars (Twinkle,Twinkle) T 4?

Diddy, Paul Wall, Jha' Jha) [P. Diddy Talkin Intro] Dipset motherfuckas Jha Jha, Jim Jones, Paul Wall.they call me Diddy Yall motherfuckas must have lost yall mind AHHH!!!! [Chorus: repeat 2X] 7th Lennox and what about the east side El Barrio we blowin' smoke while we G ride Washington Heights dime lo tato you know Todo bien tato capo uh oh [Jim Jones] Shot out to Taft where them killas is made We was out on the Ave.

[Jim Jones talking] Hello, oh' whats up baby, ain't doing nothing I'm on my way home right now What?!? I'm in the studio, *click*, Yo I gotta get ready and go home man [Denise Weeks] I'm in love. With a thug I'm in love. With a gangsta, yeah [Jim Jones] Now my wife she won't stop blowin' my phone up Every bitch conversation they keep throwin' the Jones up '[They Lien]' It makes it hard I'm tryna show her I've grown up But deep down inside she know I will never give them ho's up She talk marriage but ya boy froze up, cold feet Man she know I'm in love wit' these cold streets So I'm flowin' threw the night, just left my bitch house I'm going home to my wife, as I live this double life [Denise Weeks] I'm in love.

With a thug I'm in love. With a gangsta, yeah *2X* [Jim Jones] It started as a crush for years wishin' I could fuck her Next thing I got caught up, she had me trippin' like a mushroom Shit became fucked up cause we both became love-struck I be out commitin' crimes, she be still up on my mind Now I'm tryna shake it off, she still drippin' through the brain You know I fean for her like a hit of that Cocaine She say my thug is like drugs and she need her a rehab And she strung out over love when she see me see relapse [Denise Weeks] I'm in love. With a thug I'm in love. Descargar musica wav para mmd models. Max B) [Intro: Jim Jones] Clap, Byrd Gang, clap, Byrd Gang, clap Dip-Set!!!

Harlem: Diary of a Summer ~ Release by Jim Jones (see all versions of this release, 1 available). JIM JONES - Harlem: Diary Of A Summer - CD - Dual Disc - New. Destination ZIP Code and time of acceptance and will depend on shipping service selected.

Jim Jones Summer Wit Miami [Feat. Trey Songz] Lyricist：Stephen Hacker, Ernie Isley, Marvin Isley, O'kelly Isley, Ronald Isley, Rudolph Isley, Christopher H. Jasper, Jim Jones, Tremaine Neverson, David Stokes They say rap music is subliminal But the music for us is like our own diary Something like a confession They tell me life is a bitch She's something like the seasons Just like mother nature She come and go as she please That's why they get their period once a month I say that to say this, if you think that bitch Summer is yours, she could be cheating on you Ya heard? Uh, just got me feeling like opium I'm tryna dance with the loaded M Open up a bottle and it goes around I'm leaving drunk by 4 a.m. And watch me jump in the golden Benz Top down with the pokey rims Now I'm swerving, so you know I'm bent I lost count, who knows what I spent I recall nine cleavage Bitches stepping on my nice sneakers One hand in the sky, the other hand was on her thigh I was grinding to the beat with my hammer on my side Now G's only as we speed to the Rolex And three or four G's is what we sneeze at the Rolex Play some out your part, it's about 6 a.m.

Denise Weeks) Pardon the Syzzrup. Jim, Jim, Fucks up nigga nawmean, the beat all good you feel me, Doin Me as Usual man, good looking for that glock, but you know its glock time again, Set that out for your boy, You Smell me? Max B) [Chorus:] G's up nigga, ho's down If the bitch can't swim she gon'drown Runnin the streets totin' the 4 pound U didn't know we was them niggas, the nigga u know now (dipset) [2x] [MAx B:] I had to fade 'm into black Hit 'm with the crossover made 'm jump back And before all that I used to make 'm pump crack Ridin'shotgun in the?? [Juelz Santana] Uh huh, Dipset Bitch.

Yeh yeh, yeah, okay (Hook - Juelz) Niggaz come along would you ride wit me? (Go, come on) Bitches come along would you ride with me? (Go, come on) People come along would you ride wit me? (Go, come on) Ride wit me, Ride wit me, Ride wit me.(C'mon) Niggaz come along would you ride wit me? (Go, come on) Bitches come along would you ride wit me?

(Go, come on) People come along would you ride wit me? Hell Rell) [Intro: Jim Jones] Rell fresh home How it feel to back where the bricks my nigga Ya heard, I got the D.A. On my ass right now All my soldiers behind the G Wall Inhale, exhale. I wear a mean dark pair of shades Aint you cant see my eyes unless my head is bent, you dig 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 (Jim Jones) Ya boy gettin paper (Money), I buy big cars (Foreign) I need fly rides to drive in my garage (Choose 1) Stay sky high (Twisted), Fly wit the stars (Twinkle,Twinkle) T 4?

Diddy, Paul Wall, Jha' Jha) [P. Diddy Talkin Intro] Dipset motherfuckas Jha Jha, Jim Jones, Paul Wall.they call me Diddy Yall motherfuckas must have lost yall mind AHHH!!!! [Chorus: repeat 2X] 7th Lennox and what about the east side El Barrio we blowin' smoke while we G ride Washington Heights dime lo tato you know Todo bien tato capo uh oh [Jim Jones] Shot out to Taft where them killas is made We was out on the Ave.

[Jim Jones talking] Hello, oh' whats up baby, ain't doing nothing I'm on my way home right now What?!? I'm in the studio, *click*, Yo I gotta get ready and go home man [Denise Weeks] I'm in love. With a thug I'm in love. With a gangsta, yeah [Jim Jones] Now my wife she won't stop blowin' my phone up Every bitch conversation they keep throwin' the Jones up '[They Lien]' It makes it hard I'm tryna show her I've grown up But deep down inside she know I will never give them ho's up She talk marriage but ya boy froze up, cold feet Man she know I'm in love wit' these cold streets So I'm flowin' threw the night, just left my bitch house I'm going home to my wife, as I live this double life [Denise Weeks] I'm in love.

With a thug I'm in love. With a gangsta, yeah *2X* [Jim Jones] It started as a crush for years wishin' I could fuck her Next thing I got caught up, she had me trippin' like a mushroom Shit became fucked up cause we both became love-struck I be out commitin' crimes, she be still up on my mind Now I'm tryna shake it off, she still drippin' through the brain You know I fean for her like a hit of that Cocaine She say my thug is like drugs and she need her a rehab And she strung out over love when she see me see relapse [Denise Weeks] I'm in love. With a thug I'm in love. Descargar musica wav para mmd models. Max B) [Intro: Jim Jones] Clap, Byrd Gang, clap, Byrd Gang, clap Dip-Set!!!