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Juelz Santana - My Love [Remix] lyrics
(feat. Jim Jones) [Intro: Juelz Santana] For lovin me girl Just wanna thank you Look at what you can do man Free I like this shit right here man Girl c'mon Let's do it like this Santana's so focused on you Come holla at a boy that's focused on you [Juelz Santana] Shorty I ain't tryin to give you the run around I'm just tryin to come get you a run around Skip through a couple towns Maybe skip through a couple rounds If your man act dumb I'ma shut him down I'm sorta a long distance brother Long checks,long chips, long dick and rubber Come roll with a pimp or gangsta Hustler by nature Trust that I'll take ya I'll show you the rules and perimeters Show you how to move with the ooze how to handle it Show you how to cut loose soon as we scramble it On the block as soon as the moon it be scramblin' And you can be my down ass bitch Yeah baby that's for sure I'm a show you how package raw How to snap it on How to take trips with the package on How to go and come back with the package gone Just stacks of cash beyond [Chorus: Juelz + Jones] And ya'll nigaz betta cuff ya girls Cuz Santana and jones is runnin up the girls (Yeah) No game just fuck your girls But who am I to corrupt the world? (Yeah) Give her pounds, give her pies, giver her cake Hit a town, hit a city, hit a state Every club, every party, we fly Bagging bitches every party and high [Jim Jones] Please believe Jimmy Jizzie's the truth Every where I go to brezies I'm true Man they tell me that I over does it You need to slow up you over thugging (So What) But the hoes slugging in the open public I smoke like fuck it, I just roll up puffing Now they roll up fucking Take two totes and love it Yeah yeah plus my bitches swear I'm like Richard Gere, put them in my coup moving fast switching gears Get it crystal clear Stay crispy to the fit in every kick I wear She was feeling my gangsta (gangsta) summer time And1 jeans my tank top I'm on the scene with the dice like banks stock get money man (yeah uh) Baby girl I'm a player with pass ball Moving fast hundred grand on the black fall Please love get your feet up off my dads velour This is cash droor we gonna clash course [Chorus: Juelz + Jones] And ya'll nigaz betta cuff ya girls Cuz Santana and Jones is runnin up the girls (Yeah) No game just fuck your girls But who am I to corrupt the world? (Yeah) Give her pounds, give her pies, giver her cake Hit a town, hit a city, hit a state Every club, every party, we fly Baggin bitches every party and high |
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