paroles de chanson What You Been Drankin On - Jim Jones
Dipset
motherfuckas
Jha
Jha,
Jim
Jones,
Paul
Wall...
they
call
me
Diddy
Yall
motherfuckas
must
have
lost
yall
mind
AHHH!!!!
What
u
been
drankin
on
What
u
been
sippin
on
What
got
u
bumpin
in
the
funk
wit
all
that
gator
on
Cuz
u
aint
drunk
hoe
U
aint
drunk
hoe
U
aint
ridin
u
aint
live
u
aint
drunk
hoe
I
was
up
in
the
club
vibin,
sippin
on
sizzurp
vibin
Gettin
a
lil
flow
fo'
my
man
wanna
just
slow
to
the
jamz
these
girls
wanna
start
wylin
They
gots
to
start
trippin,
they
got
the
crowd
listenin,
U
know
the
type
wanna
get
into
a
fight
when
it's
light
them
chiks
just
need
attention
They
playin
"Get
from
Round",
im
sayin
get
from
round
me
If
u
spill
that
drink
on
my
brand
new
mink
imma
split
every
bitch
that's
round
me
We
can
buck
if
u
want
to
Im
the
type
that'll
give
u
what
u
want
boo
Yall
chicks
cant
stand
me
I
bet
a
bunch
of
Gees,
just
wait
til'
I
bust
to
the
roof
Cuz
u
aint
drunk
nigga
U
aint
drunk
nigga
Til'
that
sizzurp
and
henny
is
in
yo
cup
nigga
What
u
been
sippin
on?
What
u
been
hittin
on?
U
see
them
chicks
in
Bakinies
we
spillin
Chrisses
on
(Call
me
Diddy)
Lets
ride
that
out
Stop
that
talk
outside
your
mouth
I'll
put
guys
outside
your
house
We
the
hottest
in
the
south
Badboy,
Dipset
Baby
girl,
get
ya
lips
wet
Maybach
like
that
shoffa
Money
aint
to
far
from
Oprah's
U
should've
seen
what
I
paid
my
shoffer
It's
e-nuff
to
buy
u
a
roster
This
toaster,
supposed
to,
take
u
on
a
rollercoaster
U
aint
poppin
like
Diddy
baby,
Im
rockin
wit
Diddy
baby
The
Drops
is
terrific
kid,
the
watches
cost
80
mothafucka...
What
U
been
drinkin
on
Who
U
been
smokin
with
What
got
U
actin
all
silly
doin
stupid
shit
Cuz
U
aint
drunk
nigga
U
little
fuck
nigga
U
aint
bad,
U's
a
fagg,
U
aint
tough
nigga
Yall
Know
the
deal,
Long
arm
shirt
dont
show
the
steal
Ski
mask
when
we
gone
to
kill
We
blast
and
U
know
we
will
We
dont
mash
just
olds-mobiles
Ride
to
ya
block
slow
as
hell
Look
for
U
fucks
than
unload
the
shells,
A
nigga
get
caught
than
please
post
bell
G's
up
to
my
homies
in
jail
Know
how
it
be
that
lonley
S.L.
Full
of
turf
that
smokey
S.L.
U
cookin
it
than
u
goin
to
hell
Im
witta
bitch
in
the
front
seat
holdin
the
steal
Doc,
Im
so
foreal
Move
the
candy
ring
to
get
the
candycane,
For
them
pretty
Range
Rova
wheels
What
U
been
sippin
on?
Whats
in
that
white
cup?
It's
that
memphissing,
co-dean,
not
purple
tub!
Cuz
U
aint
leanin
bitch
U
aint
co-deanin
bitch
That
cup
and
money,
U
aint
high,
U
aint
sleepy
bitch
Cock
the
4,
hold
the
duce
Mix
the
sprite
made
a
juice
Prepare
to
lean
off
that
co-dean
Prescription
call
it
syrup
gettin
ya
loose
White
cup
that's
full
of
that
oil
Texas
T
we
call
it
drank
Sittin
sidewayz
on
them
4's
lavish
drippin
wet
candy
paint
Who's
the
man,
who's
the
G
Houston
southside
71 3
Im
on
the
block
that
we
call
south-lee
Sippin
oil
with
the
thugs
and
G's
Paul
Wall
what
U
know
about
me
Im
on
the
grind
and
Im
slangin
leash
When
I
mix
the
sprite
wit
this
sizzurp
I'll
show
U
how
to
make
a
sprite
remix
Dipset,
BadBoy,
Jim
Jones,
Jah
Jah,
Paul
Wall...
They
call
me
diddy!...Harlem
"stand
up"
Dirty
South
"stand
up",
"Midwest
stand
up"
Westcoast
"stand
up"...Yeaah...
(Come
On,
Come
On)
![Jim Jones - Harlem: Diary of a Summer](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/7/v/e/t/4bh352tev7.jpg)
1 My Diary
2 Zeke Interlude
3 G's Up
4 J.i.m.m.y.
5 What Is This
6 Honey Dip
7 Ride Wit Me
8 Penitentiary Chances
9 We Just Ballin
10 What You Been Drankin On
11 Harlem
12 Confront Ya Babe
13 Summer With Miami
14 I'm In Love With A Thug
15 Tupac Joint
16 Baby Girl
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