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Letra de Ballin' On Xmas - Jim Jones

Letra de canci�n de Ballin' On Xmas de Jim Jones lyrics

We fly high, no lie, you know this
(Balling)
Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz
(We in the building)
We stay fly, no lie, you know this
(Balling)
Hips and thighs, oh, my, stay focus

Ya boy getting paper
(Money)
I buy big cars
(Foreign)

I need fly rides to drive in my garage
(Choose 1)
Stay sky high
(Twisted)
Fly wit the stars
(Twinkle, twinkle)

T4? flights, 80 grand large
(Balling)
So we lean with it, put with it
(Bank head)

Vertible Jones, mean with the top listen
(Flossing)
I'm saying clean with the bottom?
(Do It)

I hop'd out saggy jeans
And my rock glistening
(Balling)
But I spent bout 8 grand

Mami on stage doing the rain dance
(I think she like me)
She let it hit the floor, made it pop
(What else?)
Got my pedal to the floor
Screaming fuck the cops
(Do It)

We fly high, no lie, you know this
(Balling)
Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz
(We in the building)
We stay fly, no lie, you know this
(Balling)
Hips and thighs, oh, my, stay focus

Slow down here tonight
Could be gone tomorrow
(One chance)
So I speed the life like
There's no tomorrow
(Speeding)

100 G's worth of ice on the auto?
(Flossy)
And we in the street like
Until the call the law
(Balling)

I made the whip get naked
(What happen?)
While I switch gears
Bitch, looking at the bracelet
(Got 'em)

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Step out, show me what your all about
Flashbacks of last night of me balling out
(Harlem)
1 a.m, we was at the club
(What happen?)
2 a.m, ten bottles of bub

(Money ain't a thing)
And about 3 something
I was thinking about grub
So I stumbled to the car
Threw the drinks and the drugs
(Twisted)

We fly high, no lie, you know this
(Balling)
Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz
(We in the building)
We stay fly, no lie, you know this
(Balling)
Hips and thighs, oh, my stay focus

Nigga could you buy that
I keep 20 in the pocket
(Light change)
Talk a buck 80 if the Bentley is the topic
(That gray coupon)

But of course gotta fly to spur
(Where?)
To the hood to roll dice on the side of the curb
But I know a G Bent may sound obsurb
(Get your money up)

Drive 80 up lennox 'cause I got on urge
(Speeding)
The rap game like the crack game
Lifestyles, rich and famous living in the fast lane
(Balling)

So when I bleep shorty bleep back
Loewi Vuitton belt where I'm keep all the heat strapped
I beat the trial over rucker
(Let's do it)
All guns loaded in the back motherfucker
(Dipset)

We fly high, no lie, you know this
(Balling)
Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz
(We in the building)

(We in the building)
We stay fly, no lie, you know this
(Balling)
Hips and thighs, oh, my, stay focus

You niggas need to stay focus
When your dealing with a motherfucking G
You know my name, Jones, One Eye, Capo status
Only above motherfucker this dipset Byrd Gang

We born to fly y'all know the rules
Fall back or fall back someone tell
My bitch, Summer I'm looking for her
Ya dig another day another dollar
Fast lone fucker


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