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Confront Ya Babe

アーティスト:Jim Jones  アルバム:Harlem: Diary Of A Summer 

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[Max B] I gotta see how that thing sound but I got it I'ma come right in wit it Dipset, uh [Chorus: repeat 2x] If theres a need to confront ya babe I'll let the nina come punch ya babe (DIPSET!!) Fur beavers big blunts and things Byrd Gang Byrd Gang (OW!) [Verse 1: Max B] Nigga I'll leave you bleedin on ya door slot Max B look like Derek Jeter on the short stop (uh) I'll put the heater to ya soft spot Waive the nina and make ya adiddas do the short stop (uh) You don't want it wit me b Dickie under the snorkel heat and the mean v Bend ya main bitches over give'em the wee wee Big gun up close in ya face 3-D (uh) I'll put the thing near ya ear Let it bang near ya ear Fivic grand crew haters linger in the air Clothes fit right like the finger in ya beer Last week hit anger in the rear Jim came threw he gave me the chain and couple of 'guettes in my ear Now the bird swingin off the thermo Tre pound tucked bitch I don't give a fuck bitch [Chorus] [Verse 2: Jim Jones] Shit I treats this game like it's 88 Nauti' sweats no socks hopped out the range wit the paper plates Hopped on the plane wit the bathing apes Hopped off the plane ta see the hatian face so pound nigga (sa pa say!) We gangsta rappin gettin dough from this violence (east side!) I'm talkin G4's blowin haze smoke from the piolet (purple!) I chartered that flight cause it


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