Love My Life Lyrics
| Song | Love My Life |
| Artist | Jim Jones |
| Album | Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product of My Environment) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Artist：Jim Jones/Max B | |
| [Jim Jones] | |
| They got us fuckin up a storm (fuckin) | |
| Kush up till the morn (you know) | |
| Breezin from the telly puffin marijuan (all night) | |
| White t & my pelly (crispy) thuggin like la fonz (got it) | |
| Made it rain on them bitches a bucket full of ones (ballin) | |
| We got them gold diggers (what else) | |
| Cold bitches that wanna party off patron liquor | |
| Car hoppers the hard stoppers (you better watch em) | |
| Catch 'em at the party call 'em bar hoppers (I see em) | |
| We live up in the sky you call 'em star watchers | |
| They chase dope boys trap stars with fast cars (ya benz) | |
| And executives rap stars with black cars (imported) | |
| So we could swipe it charge it to the game | |
| Trips to M.I.A. Murcielago in the lane | |
| [Chorus: Max B] | |
| She's got a thing for slippin clique & goin clubbin at nights | |
| Ain't nothin Like the love of my life | |
| She likes the finer things & fuck with niggaz whose money is right | |
| Ain't nothin Like the love of my life | |
| She love the dick suck it till it cum | |
| She say I'm the best fuck of her life | |
| She give a nigga the energy he need whenever he feels nothin is right | |
| [Jim Jones] | |
| Now we in M.I. (sai pa say) party till the noon (ballin) | |
| Hammers in the ride ferraris go zoom (speedin) | |
| All types of incidentals (bottles) charges on my room (maxed out) | |
| From last night buggin we mobbin with the goons (byrd gang) | |
| We hit the town hard (zo pound) fuckin with the ladies (g-mackin) | |
| Bottles of viva clique (twisted) puffin on the hazy (purple) | |
| It's all deja vu (uh-huh) seen it all before (I seen it) | |
| Got her in my drop heater on the floor (for real) | |
| So I sped off from the spot (got her) gettin heady rock (right) | |
| Got her in the telly she wouldn't let a nigga pop (stuntin on the cooch) | |
| And when I woke all I seen was a note (what it said) | |
| Nigga follow the trail & meet me in A-T-L (let's do it) | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Jim Jones] | |
| Now we pull up in the a (atl) shoppin in lenox mall (ballin) | |
| Gotta get fly squad ready to ball (stay fresh) | |
| We thinkin 112 (112) or maybe even visions (maybe visions) | |
| Drinks at the bar like baby what you sippin (what you drinkin on) | |
| Then she told me magic city (what) fat asses & they pretty (strippers) | |
| They got me blowin thousands throwin stacks by the fifty (I need singles) | |
| Got some bitches out of strokers (fuck em) gotta get focus (stay focused) | |
| I'm tryin to play my cards like a game of strip poker (place ya bet) | |
| Flight up in the mornin (aw man) gotta get up on her (I got a hour) | |
| When I leave you can tell ya friends about my performance (call me baby) | |
| And all the time M.O.B. on my mind (uh-huh) | |
| The weekend was nice baby but I'm back to N.Y. (21st) | |
| [Chorus] |
| Artist: Jim Jones Max B | |
| Jim Jones | |
| They got us fuckin up a storm fuckin | |
| Kush up till the morn you know | |
| Breezin from the telly puffin marijuan all night | |
| White t my pelly crispy thuggin like la fonz got it | |
| Made it rain on them bitches a bucket full of ones ballin | |
| We got them gold diggers what else | |
| Cold bitches that wanna party off patron liquor | |
| Car hoppers the hard stoppers you better watch em | |
| Catch ' em at the party call ' em bar hoppers I see em | |
| We live up in the sky you call ' em star watchers | |
| They chase dope boys trap stars with fast cars ya benz | |
| And executives rap stars with black cars imported | |
| So we could swipe it charge it to the game | |
| Trips to M. I. A. Murcielago in the lane | |
| Chorus: Max B | |
| She' s got a thing for slippin clique goin clubbin at nights | |
| Ain' t nothin Like the love of my life | |
| She likes the finer things fuck with niggaz whose money is right | |
| Ain' t nothin Like the love of my life | |
| She love the dick suck it till it cum | |
| She say I' m the best fuck of her life | |
| She give a nigga the energy he need whenever he feels nothin is right | |
| Jim Jones | |
| Now we in M. I. sai pa say party till the noon ballin | |
| Hammers in the ride ferraris go zoom speedin | |
| All types of incidentals bottles charges on my room maxed out | |
| From last night buggin we mobbin with the goons byrd gang | |
| We hit the town hard zo pound fuckin with the ladies gmackin | |
| Bottles of viva clique twisted puffin on the hazy purple | |
| It' s all deja vu uhhuh seen it all before I seen it | |
| Got her in my drop heater on the floor for real | |
| So I sped off from the spot got her gettin heady rock right | |
| Got her in the telly she wouldn' t let a nigga pop stuntin on the cooch | |
| And when I woke all I seen was a note what it said | |
| Nigga follow the trail meet me in ATL let' s do it | |
| Chorus | |
| Jim Jones | |
| Now we pull up in the a atl shoppin in lenox mall ballin | |
| Gotta get fly squad ready to ball stay fresh | |
| We thinkin 112 112 or maybe even visions maybe visions | |
| Drinks at the bar like baby what you sippin what you drinkin on | |
| Then she told me magic city what fat asses they pretty strippers | |
| They got me blowin thousands throwin stacks by the fifty I need singles | |
| Got some bitches out of strokers fuck em gotta get focus stay focused | |
| I' m tryin to play my cards like a game of strip poker place ya bet | |
| Flight up in the mornin aw man gotta get up on her I got a hour | |
| When I leave you can tell ya friends about my performance call me baby | |
| And all the time M. O. B. on my mind uhhuh | |
| The weekend was nice baby but I' m back to N. Y. 21st | |
| Chorus |
| Artist: Jim Jones Max B | |
| Jim Jones | |
| They got us fuckin up a storm fuckin | |
| Kush up till the morn you know | |
| Breezin from the telly puffin marijuan all night | |
| White t my pelly crispy thuggin like la fonz got it | |
| Made it rain on them bitches a bucket full of ones ballin | |
| We got them gold diggers what else | |
| Cold bitches that wanna party off patron liquor | |
| Car hoppers the hard stoppers you better watch em | |
| Catch ' em at the party call ' em bar hoppers I see em | |
| We live up in the sky you call ' em star watchers | |
| They chase dope boys trap stars with fast cars ya benz | |
| And executives rap stars with black cars imported | |
| So we could swipe it charge it to the game | |
| Trips to M. I. A. Murcielago in the lane | |
| Chorus: Max B | |
| She' s got a thing for slippin clique goin clubbin at nights | |
| Ain' t nothin Like the love of my life | |
| She likes the finer things fuck with niggaz whose money is right | |
| Ain' t nothin Like the love of my life | |
| She love the dick suck it till it cum | |
| She say I' m the best fuck of her life | |
| She give a nigga the energy he need whenever he feels nothin is right | |
| Jim Jones | |
| Now we in M. I. sai pa say party till the noon ballin | |
| Hammers in the ride ferraris go zoom speedin | |
| All types of incidentals bottles charges on my room maxed out | |
| From last night buggin we mobbin with the goons byrd gang | |
| We hit the town hard zo pound fuckin with the ladies gmackin | |
| Bottles of viva clique twisted puffin on the hazy purple | |
| It' s all deja vu uhhuh seen it all before I seen it | |
| Got her in my drop heater on the floor for real | |
| So I sped off from the spot got her gettin heady rock right | |
| Got her in the telly she wouldn' t let a nigga pop stuntin on the cooch | |
| And when I woke all I seen was a note what it said | |
| Nigga follow the trail meet me in ATL let' s do it | |
| Chorus | |
| Jim Jones | |
| Now we pull up in the a atl shoppin in lenox mall ballin | |
| Gotta get fly squad ready to ball stay fresh | |
| We thinkin 112 112 or maybe even visions maybe visions | |
| Drinks at the bar like baby what you sippin what you drinkin on | |
| Then she told me magic city what fat asses they pretty strippers | |
| They got me blowin thousands throwin stacks by the fifty I need singles | |
| Got some bitches out of strokers fuck em gotta get focus stay focused | |
| I' m tryin to play my cards like a game of strip poker place ya bet | |
| Flight up in the mornin aw man gotta get up on her I got a hour | |
| When I leave you can tell ya friends about my performance call me baby | |
| And all the time M. O. B. on my mind uhhuh | |
| The weekend was nice baby but I' m back to N. Y. 21st | |
| Chorus |
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