Jim Jones

Jim Jones - Get Low lyrics

rate me

We in the midst of a cold winter, chilling

Niggers would eat your food but it’s no dinner, where the food at

I make the paper, no printer

A blood cloud one shit I ain’t no sprinter

They say coke is hot and need a cheaper price, we need better men

Better show them what you say they let you keep your life

Pretty nigger dog, let him keep his wife, fuck that bitch

Swear it was Gucci on my feet was …

Car getter from the back you can see the price

Interior … and the seats were …

Her legs …stick 5 inches

Told me speed up, she wants to die like the princess, bitch

Her … a half … joints…my cargo

And you don’t need the light to see my…

A nigger play a nigger…have him John Doe.

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Anonymous
Wednesday 2nd of November 2011 09:44
The American rapper Joseph Guillermo Jones II is a big figure in the Industry Heavyweights and recently brought to the surface “Get Low” which is the fifth song from the tracklist of “Vampire Life”, the upcoming mixtape by Jim Hones, released earlier on October 31st.