Jim Jones - Don Jaun lyrics

She said I got a wild side I told 'er I'm from Brooklyn on that wild side I'm cold hearted but got heated beef He said it's colder 'til I pop up in this heated seat It's not to put at Mr. Chance Anything but wedding vale she just to see the lady smile I know but not every man dogs dought Just the college I was dealt, it's the arms due They never taken mind off that Both turned out greedy, we can sip some wine off that First Doggy, shotgun with the blunt Then we go hit the mall cop wherever you want As in her, I'm the one that you needed I'm the one that you'd call when you late and lay bleedin' Oh when you sad, you grievin' When you tip the wrong hands and this bust up some sleeves She know That I ain't one of those n***as that blowin' them kisses After midnight visits just wanna hit it like (hit it like) Put my hand on my drawers Baby, put your face in these balls oh oh b**h pullin' my chain Ride 'er like e'ry c**aine, rodeo this thing Couldn't never feel the same, f**in' with the lames I call them b**hes it's just a part of my slang uuuu But you said I'm such a pretty boy And I'm known to buy expensive pretty toys Deep inside I'm such a city boy So I tape it on trips and let the chicken joy And she was happy with a code C Where we're from we just happy if the coke cheap I need a girl to keep me warm in this cold street Little girl, know how to hold heat I call you b**h, I mean no harm by it And shoot some bags on your arm will buy it But emotional too for makin' love to the streets and holdin' her in the morn' First it was my white chick, then it was my Spanish chick Then she started talkin' too much money to the gram fix I can't forget about my china thing And Mary Jane was just a minor thing She know That I ain't one of those n***as that blowin' them kisses After midnight visits just wanna hit it like (hit it like) Put my hand on my drawers Baby, put your face in these balls oh oh b**h pullin' my chain Ride 'er like e'ry c**aine, rodeo this thing Couldn't never feel the same, f**in' with the lames I call them b**hes it's just a part of my slang uuuu Red wine splattin' over satin Even in the sloo never slackin' on my mackin' Captain of the action, you'll never sink my ship Floatin' on the ocean, left a mink for the trip So I'm shirtless and my b**h shirtless Flyin' paper lanes, we above the strip surface Mom's my word and sh** say worthless Keep them hoes legget and her tits say perfect Auf wiedersein D-Man, haler at the Tree Man Reach at the roof while blowin' at that He Man f**in' eaves droppers tryna see my A and B plan Caught with the coke then you seen 'em on C span Shots they hittin' Back in the day if a n***a ever stopped by my kitchen better had them pots clickin' Look a real light ask and not stop switchin' On a mission with the missus and she got messin' She know That I ain't one of those n***as that blowin' them kisses After midnight visits just wanna hit it like (hit it like) Put my hand on my drawers Baby, put your face in these balls oh oh b**h pullin' my chain Ride 'er like e'ry c**aine, rodeo this thing Couldn't never feel the same, f**in' with the lames I call them b**hes it's just a part of my slang uuuu