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Jim Jones Love Me No More

[Chorus:] Now how u gon' tell me you don't love me no more (How you gon' tell me that?) Cause I'm out here getting this bread (You hatin on this paper

[Chorus:] Now how u gon' tell me you don't love me no more (How you gon' tell me that?) Cause I'm out here getting this bread (You hatin on this paper

the same old G Serve to the streets till you lames O.D. Mixtapes like crack, the next thang's on me [Chamillionaire imitating Jim Jones] Some of them

2 Summers Ago And You Still Rollin' Wit Me, But Maybe Its The Loyalty, The Way That You Callin' Me, When We Makin' Love When You Scream Put It All On Me

mellow boy They call me Devil Boy, they call me Devil Boy And those who know me yes they know that I am well annoyed They call me Devil Boy, if you call me

champagne is rose cuz the color is more red my pockets like skin when i whip they swell up (money) those 26 inches fill the wheel well up (fresh) you can catch me

10 million motherfuckers on my dick So what, say how, say who Fuck what, fuck me, fuck you Come clean, you know I will Drink a fifth of Jim Beam and still

revolver The D.A., seargent and coroner's problem - now Highs get eight done, dips that don't play none Jim Jones, Freeky, Killa and the great one - Santana [Hook] [Jim Jones

doggin' top shotta In love with fame or the stardom Oh, now what's the remedy on all ties Spit sixteen bars, the streets want more fire, see? You with me