Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Comin From, artist - Jim Jones. Album song Vampire Life 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 12.08.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Vampire Life
Song language: English
Comin From |
| They don’t understand where I’m comin' from |
| And they don’t understand where I brought this |
| I’m a keep fuckin' these bitches |
| Keep makin' these riches |
| Keep talkin' my money, on the road to the riches |
| But you see us ballin' |
| They hear the screachin' on the pine |
| Drips up in this bezel hole |
| Fuck is on your mind? |
| I’m a keep pushin' new tags |
| Keep makin' these niggas mad |
| Strip club with a half top |
| Tell your friends to kiss my ass |
| They don’t understand where I’m comin' from |
| And they don’t understand where I brought this |
| I’m a keep fuckin' these bitches |
| Keep makin' these riches |
| Keep talkin' my money, on the road to the riches |
| But you see us ballin' |
| They hear the screachin' on the pine |
| Drips up in this bezel hole |
| Fuck is on your mind? |
| I’m a keep pushin' new tags |
| Keep makin' these niggas mad |
| Strip club with a half top |
| Tell your friends to kiss my ass |
| And I’m a keep up with that flow so |
| Keep tough with that potion |
| Nigga beats up if I squeeze up |
| Nigga beezed up when I’m scoaching |
| Now he’s stuck in that coffin |
| He’s G’d up and they lost him |
| He played like you ain’t but to be |
| The best wife is what he done coastin' |
| Now hear you niggas on platin |
| Mixing up my name |
| Tellin' me to come pop 'em and you bookin' up that brain |
| I’m pickin' up these hoes, got these chicks up in my range |
| My pajamas on that PJ roll, splits up on that plane |
| We go |
| They don’t understand where I’m comin' from |
| And they don’t understand where I brought this |
| I’m a keep fuckin' these bitches |
| Keep makin' these riches |
| Keep talkin' my money, on the road to the riches |
| But you see us ballin' |
| They hear the screachin' on the pine |
| Drips up in this bezel hole |
| Fuck is on your mind? |
| I’m a keep pushin' new tags |
| Keep makin' these niggas mad |
| Strip club with a half top |
| Tell your friends to kiss my ass |
| I got my cup in handie |
| Bitch, I need some Rose |
| Get your girl with that… |
| That lot all in my clothes |
| Lettuce in this bitch |
| My mix ain’t got no patience |
| Get money in this faces |
| Get us high but we racin' |
| Bottles pop and we shakin' |
| This is you without about two nations |
| And in my 80 freaky ziky show these blue stations |
| Come and get my man for |
| Don’t forget about them cashons |
| Show off in a demonstration |
| I’ll start my telling dalcation |
| They don’t understand where I’m comin' from |
| And they don’t understand where I brought this |
| I’m a keep fuckin' these bitches |
| Keep makin' these riches |
| Keep talkin' my money, on the road to the riches |
| But you see us ballin' |
| They hear the screachin' on the pine |
| Drips up in this bezel hole |
| Fuck is on your mind? |
| I’m a keep pushin' new tags |
| Keep makin' these niggas mad |
| Strip club with a half top |
| Tell your friends to kiss my ass |