This is something for the athletes
f#ck up anyone who try pass me
You not as good as you claim to be
That mean that ain’t nobody stopping me
Got a flow from the Costco
Worth 2 cent plus a 40 50 cent flow
This the sh#t i wanna jam too
Riding top down screaming with no sun roof
Try to drop me but ya can’t now
I’m on your mind chilling like the rent high
Foreign women i been wanting like
Can’t even speaky the english right
But that’s okay, ima teach me something
Rosetta stoning like for free or nothing
Spending on em questioning like what’s a budget
But we balling on it stuntin’ like i’m David Ruffin
Aye what you got, can you jam too?
Aye what you got, can you jam too?
Aye what you got, can you jam too?
Ballin on em and we screamin’ with no sun roof
Got no time and i gotta rhyme
f#cking with her she a bit too fine
Outta your league tryna get a dime
Felt bad so here’s half of mine
If you know that, ima trust you
Going hard like i’m 22
On the field and i’m running game
Tell them lame hoes stop switching lanes
Can’t take that i’ma bounce back
97 with the rims black
Way way way way back
Double 0 with the feather hat
Get it now, oh yeah you should
Old school, but it’s no hood
New school, but it’s no good
Impala with the rosewood
Bad call like the fab five
Timeout but no left now
All bad call a tech like
One time can’t get it right
One time can’t get a hoe
God flowing with a open door
Bad b#tch wanna see the floor
Tell my old b#tch to see the door
Slow it down like it’s nap time
No used to f#cking on my grind time
Not too worried bout the cash flow
That’s just second to my real goal
Aye what you got, can you jam too?
Aye what you got, can you jam too?
Aye what you got, can you jam too?
Ballin on em and we screamin’ with no sun roof
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Jimmy Of The Saints Lyrics – I3