Don Juan Lyrics - Jim Jones

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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
She said it’s cold I told her hop up in this heated seats
It’s not to put at Mr. Chance
Anything with wedding vows she was worth a smile
And all men ain’t dogs though
Just the cards I was dealt, it’s the arms due
But lemme take ya mind off that
Bump some al Green and we can sip some wine off that (Thirstayy)
Shotgun with the blunt
Then we go hit the moon cop whatever we want (His and hers)
I’m the one that you needed
I’m the one that you call when you late and aint bleedin’ (it's mine)
Oh when you sad, you grievin’
When you tip the wrong hands and this bust up some sleeves

She know I ain’t one of them niggas that be blowin’ them kisses
After late night visits just wanna hit it like (hit it like)
Put my hand on my drawers
Baby, put your face in these balls oh oh
Bitch pullin’ my chain
Ride ‘er like Erica Caine, rodeo this thing
Couldn’t never feel the same, fuckin’ with the maids
I call you bitches just a part of my slang oooouuuu

But she 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 take her on trips and let the chicken joy (Willy Wonka)
And she was happy with a code C
Where we’re from we just happy if the code Cheap
I need a girl to keep me warm in this cold street
good girl, know how to hold heat (RRRRR-RRR)
I call you bitch, I mean no harm by it
them shoes and bags on your arm I'll buy it
But i'm 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 for the gram of it
I can’t forget about my china thing
And Mary Jane was just a minor thing

She know I ain’t one of them niggas that be blowin’ them kisses
After late night visits just wanna hit it like (hit it like)
Put my hand on my drawers
Baby, put your face in these balls oh oh
Bitch pullin’ my chain
Ride ‘er like Erica Caine, rodeo this thing
Couldn’t never feel the same, fuckin’ with the maids
I call you bitches just a part of my slang oooouuuu

Red wine splattin’ on my satin
Even in the suit 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 bitch shirtless
Flyin’ paper lanes, we above the strip surface
Mom’s my word and shit say worthless
Keep them hoes naked and her tits stay perfect
A D as in D-Man, holla at the Tree Man
Re track the roof while blowin’ at that He Man
Fuck them eaves droppers tryna see my A and B plan
Caught with the coke then you seen ‘em on C span
Shots aint hittin’
Back in the day if a nigga ever stopped by my kitchen better had them pots clickin’
flickering light ask and not stop switchin’
On a mission with the misses and we got messin’

She know I ain’t one of them niggas that be blowin’ them kisses
After late night visits just wanna hit it like (hit it like)
Put my hand on my drawers
Baby, put your face in these balls oh oh
Bitch pullin’ my chain
Ride ‘er like Erica Caine, rodeo this thing
Couldn’t never feel the same, fuckin’ with the maids
I call you bitches just a part of my slang oooouuuu

V-V-V-Vampire life






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------ 11/24/2014

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