Jim Jones - Baggage Claim lyrics

rate me

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feels I've been gone for way too long

meet me at the baggage claim i'm phone

wit some shit on the mine to carry on

and I can tell you if she look right

I can tell you if the shit cooked right

and I can tell you what a bedroom look like

every time we are out bitch we're gonna have a good night

and ima just havein a leor vision

hustle in the cold with the hog hidin

try to pitch my hands .. frost bittin

look at this now my wrist and hands frost bittin

we used the bodies like a mortician

get caught don't speak like autism

look dat up

nigga hear the Porsche rippin

Aint race a bike since arty had lost his vision

can't approach life with more precision

at this point I done walked away from four collision

5 rays ducked about 40 shots..in the hood where they smoke dust and murder cops

they say I am rapping like am pissed off

well then u ask'em what a brick cost

he said 30 is the new 20

for the birdies

and that only if u by a few 20's

and im just worried bout this new beny

(how much that cost?) The Dealer Said like 220

over beef u know my sleep i dont lose any

since feather friends with the blue penny's

plastic cups grand cru,henny

on the corners where we shut dice

fuck niggas still talkin beat the deuce

blacks stones but they cook white

and in the moring gotta book flights

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and i aint nothing but a harlem nigga

I sell drugs man I never was a robber nigga

we use dat as the last resort

and I blow thru stack at the last resort

south tower nigga pools in the suit

blowin out sour jewels lookin sweet

im on my 25th hour dawg im loosein sleep

graveyard hours tryin scoop a freak

we hit the town like we that shit

and u could call me chris brown cuz i beat yo bitch

and chow down ma eat the dick

she had bad table manners i aint leave her tip

call my connect sidney portya

cuz niggas sever kidney and the raws ya

come up short be and organ donor

it was love at first site when i saw the corner

i heard rev got shot i hope my prays meet'em

until shooters let the fuckin fan eat'em

until these muthafuckin flairs heat'em

until bullets in the fuckin air meet'em

im hopin out the layer to greet'em (Word Word)

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Thanks to Ransom montana for correcting these lyrics