Jim Jones Wit The Sht Lyrics


Wit the Sh!t by Jim Jones


Feat. Trey Songz

(Intro)
She said she bout that life, is you wit the shit tho'?
I said, is you with the shit, tho'?
Aye, Trigga, I think she playn

(Verse)
I think I'm in love, she wit that shit
I got a brush or hit that shit
We're in the club, and I see a girl
And I think it's best you get that bitch (get her)
All the above, I'm with that shit (true)
I got a brick, she'll flip that shit!
If I was rich, and I go broke
She gonna make sure I get back rich
Who you think coming as payn the bill?
Ruckages up, she's a bag of Channel
Body a death and a booty to kill
Thuckin' wit her, I'm shootin' fo' real
Driver roll up your partition please
I got a bad bitch on her knees
Saying I'm a dog, I ain't got no fleas
Still pedal to the floor in the drop EV

(Hook)
She just my type, just my type, aha
Whole lot of girls around
This shit she like
She she that aaaah
Bottles and sparkles, on bottles she love this life
She love di life aaaah
Bad as fuck, real as it get?
I luv this bitch
Man, she with the shit, she with the shit
(Is she wid it?)
I luv this bitch
Man, she with the shit, she with the shit
(Is she wid it?)

(Verse)
Roll up my weed, is all what I need, shit roll up, roll up
Tell these bitch niggas to fall back, nigga just hold that, hold that!
You niggas out, you niggas out, you niggas throw back!
My bitches cold, these bitches broke, get 'em a coach back!
Who this, oh dwag? Wild. Shake yo ass, nigga, on top!
These bitches acting for liquor, she telling to open the Porsche
Bounce! Say, oh, girl! That my girl!
She bout it, bout it!
Pussy, she's dressed like a fountain
She come on that dick like a mountain
Why does she get so excited?
Why I'm excited, she lemme ride it!
Notice she having these something,
These niggas be frontin' and I am providing
I don't trust these niggas (no!)
I don't trust these bitches (no!)
Fuck these niggas, we fuck these bitches!

(Hook)
She just my type, just my type, aha
Whole lot of girls around
This shit she like
She she that aaaah
Bottles and sparkles, on bottles she love this life
She love di life aaaah
Bad as fuck, real as it get?
I luv this bitch
Man, she with the shit, she with the shit
I luv this bitch
Man, she with the shit, she with the shit
(Is she wid it?)
I luv this bitch
Man, she with the shit, she with the shit
(Is she wid it?)

(Verse)
She's just my type, attitude just like, fuck that, fuck that!
Till I put her in her place, and I hit her from the back,
And I fuck that, fuck that! (Hannah)
She wanted to cum, started busting off as soon as I touched that
(See that?) So I told her, hold still
Let me hit her right there, cause you know I gotta bust back
Killing these bitches in line, I'm down!
Went cuffin' these bitches and tying them down
I'm fuckin' these bitches, I'm fuckin' these bitches
They're sucking the dick while I'm whylin' around
That's TMA, she wanna suck my dick what she replied
Struffy nigga, but he be flying
Ride around, a two seater rise
I'm a bitch's dream, if I was you I would sleep on me!
Just it live the otha night, spent 20K with the heat on me! (facts)
I'm about my check, there's no scam
The shit don't bounce like a ball of sand
Bitch wanna cuddle, betta call yo man!

(Hook)
She just my type, just my type, aha
Whole lot of girls around
This shit she like
She she that aaaah
Bottles and sparkles, on bottles she love this life
She love di life aaaah
Bad as fuck, real as it get?
I luv this bitch
Man, she with the shit, she with the shit
I luv this bitch
Man, she with the shit, she with the shit


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