Jim Jones & Harry Fraud Luxury Lies (feat. Big Body Bes)
[Intro: Big Body Bes]
Uh, four in the morning family, yes
Bigger wrists, even bigger rewards
(La música de Harry Fraud)
Capo!
[Verse: Jim Jones]
They keep saying what I can't do, let me show 'em what I can do
I'm ready to go to war, this fully loaded at my [?]
I used to duct tape the 38, I had the heat with the broken handle
My grandma used to pray for me 'cause she knew she had a handful
The streets done got so spooky I started praying to the [?]
Every time I came outside they had a big display of candles
That represents a loss of life or a loss of light
That's a dark situation when you finna face an awful night
I robbed a plug [?] 'cause I was tryna make it off of white
One thing about the drip, you gotta make sure that the sauce is right
We buy them pretty whips, big flying saucer types
So you might thought you saw UFO in New York at night
Smoking my last blunt on the hanger before I caught the flight
Let's not talk about the jewels, they know I rock all sorts of ice
My back against the wall how I was taught to fight
In my hood around sixteen we went from playing sports to, well...
We went from playing sports to selling drugs so we can play in a Porsche
Or get knocked by the cops, watch our day in the caution
How they interrogate you you'd think that they into torture
At this point it depends on what your lawyer
Says, it's gon' cost you, but
I too was like you, I thought that the coppers couldn't pinch me
I was too worried about the bitches, and the drip, and the [?]
I will draw on a nigga just like my Glock is da Vinci, shit
Rolex president plus I got a Lewinsky
Make sure my whole team ball like Popovich
I urinate Ace of Spade when I gotta piss
I'm feeling constipated in my whip, let me drop my shit
Any time I get locked, the first thing I do is lock my lips
My nigga got caught with a 30, they offered him 30
Third time felon in court, he's not even going on thirty
I knew a bartender bitch that cried [?]
She said when they closed the strip club, times had fell on her hard
My nigga [?] nine to five, he's almost back to selling the hard
I promise these are true facts and I'm just telling it, God
[Outro: Big Body Bes]
Yes, you was crying on the roof
Me, I was swimming in the staircase
My God, I'm drowning
Sacrifices in my shoe box
Blew the hinges off a few box
God save me, the Devil lied to me
I put it in the pot
Then I hit it with the yah-yah-you-you
Yes
Spin around, hopped, skipped, and jumped on that triple beam
Ayo, Capo!
