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letra de adidas - jim jones

[intro: jim jones]
cold world, dope boy sh-t
d boys dancin on the corner
dipset

[chorus: ball greezy]
i’m sellin dope in my adidas
yeah, yeah, yeah
i’m sellin dope in my adidas
ain’t nothin like a new whip
same color, got two pare
ain’t nothin like a new wear
same color got two pare

[verse 1: jim jones]
work is never over, so
the grind on 24
we fell in love with the white girl, started pumpin dimes of that demi moore
young drunk sold millions, hoppin out of bentleys
belt with fs on us, still don’t give a f-ck about a fendy store
cause that sh-t wasn’t for free, but that sh-t was lookin free
i was thinkin how it would look with the new kicks, hoppin out the brand new v
but they was actin like they couldn’t see where i was tryna take the vision
i was stuck between the christion and the muslems, they say don’t play with religion
i used to play with the keys, now i just play with the river
zip bring tyson to 18th street, just to play with the pictures
very observant, been washin money for a long time now, use heavy detergent
you know spin cycle, clorox beach, wash me a load of whipes
miami beach, with a new car with the pipes out
f-ck with drug lords that got money that wasn’t in the photos
me, i had a hot temper, rockin the biter
got me a new pare

[verse 2: jim jones]
i was born to hustle, so i turned out dope of all kinds
i flipped bricks, sold crack, even broke them down to small dimes
see if i get caught, i get locked, so i dodge at all times
freezin up on all my watches, you think a n-gg- tryna sop time
n-gg-s droppin dead, i try to tell the lord i need more time
n-gg- f-ck with me, i put a bullit in his jerzy like a 49
shots on a n-gg- top, like the top of a pretty porsh 9
i got soldiers fully commited, only fully commited for commiting war crimes
send me a text or email, let me know when it’s war time
i be smokin blunts on the yacht on the dock, that’s way below the sh-r-line
if you drinkin sauce, who the f-ck you think whipped it up? i
step out with cam, juelz, freakie, i be dipped as f-ck
lookin for my angel, you gotta go through the trunk, and lift it up
pretty b-tches still out here sayin “boy, you lookin lit as f-ck”
three strikes kinda simbilise these three strikes
drop my sh-lls for my n-gg-s in the sells, doing complete life

- jim jones

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