Jim Jones - 38 lyrics
[Jim Jones - 38 lyrics]
I make them nggas 38 i make them bitches 38
Hatin this life
Entering heaven’s gate number 4
Know that the paper’s straight
Keep em hundreds of reasons
To fucking hate like some
Past due rent can’t stand the place
I made them bitches 38
Him talking saying the ass is fake
What’s real ya ngga keep his face in it
Spend a day in it
Send him home with his face tripping
Got the nggas all tight dope
Think you can take my spot take a hike hoe
Been known to win a hike hoe
Be a winner check the score
Ain’t no mother fucking spike hoe
Me and success we got a date
Gettin cashed in y’all back to minimum wage
Top down now I am fighting at a pace
It’s not hate they want to be me
Me and my bitch we belly day
Too much money on the way
I put that pussy in my face
She tripping with it, beggin me to stay
I got them nggas 38
But they didn’t get to third base
I got the keys to her pin to the credit card
We’ve been fucking all day
She got a chick so I could deal with her
She got a ngga but I still hit her
No relationship but I can deal with her
Shorty got those red bottoms on slim waist
But that ass fat
Girl, how you get them jeans on
Let a ngga get some face time
You ain’t fuckin with them other
Nggas you ain’t wrong
I like wasabi i’m digging her body
I’m swerving that pussy i go Ricky Bobby
Fucking the world no one can stop me
My heart’s been cold
It was born playing hockey been a monster
The fuck you mean ngga
Even at a red light I’m seeing green ngga
Hate all you want but watch your tongue
I ain’t hard as a rock
But my watch got stones i make them nggas 38
If heaven is golden, I’m jumpin that gate
In the fast lane I’m not
Stepping on the brakes
Like the floor elevating I’m
Just holding my weight
Been a man, still a man
Money keeps spinning like the ceiling fan
This vamp life living we been a clan
Take over the world boy that been the plan
Hatin this life
Entering heaven’s gate number 4
Know that the paper’s straight
Keep em hundreds of reasons
To fucking hate like some
Past due rent can’t stand the place
I made them bitches 38
Him talking saying the ass is fake
What’s real ya ngga keep his face in it
Spend a day in it
Send him home with his face tripping
Got the nggas all tight dope
Think you can take my spot take a hike hoe
Been known to win a hike hoe
Be a winner check the score
Ain’t no mother fucking spike hoe
Me and success we got a date
Gettin cashed in y’all back to minimum wage
Top down now I am fighting at a pace
It’s not hate they want to be me
Me and my bitch we belly day
Too much money on the way
I put that pussy in my face
She tripping with it, beggin me to stay
I got them nggas 38
But they didn’t get to third base
I got the keys to her pin to the credit card
We’ve been fucking all day
She got a chick so I could deal with her
She got a ngga but I still hit her
No relationship but I can deal with her
Shorty got those red bottoms on slim waist
But that ass fat
Girl, how you get them jeans on
Let a ngga get some face time
You ain’t fuckin with them other
Nggas you ain’t wrong
I like wasabi i’m digging her body
I’m swerving that pussy i go Ricky Bobby
Fucking the world no one can stop me
My heart’s been cold
It was born playing hockey been a monster
The fuck you mean ngga
Even at a red light I’m seeing green ngga
Hate all you want but watch your tongue
I ain’t hard as a rock
But my watch got stones i make them nggas 38
If heaven is golden, I’m jumpin that gate
In the fast lane I’m not
Stepping on the brakes
Like the floor elevating I’m
Just holding my weight
Been a man, still a man
Money keeps spinning like the ceiling fan
This vamp life living we been a clan
Take over the world boy that been the plan