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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jim Jones
Jim Jones
Vocals
Ball Greezy
Ball Greezy
Vocals
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Killa Watts
Killa Watts
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Vanport
It's a cold world
Dope boy shit
Hey, DJ what's up?
Beat boys dancin' on the corner
Dip set
[Verse 2]
I'm selling dope in my Adidas
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm selling dope in my Adidas
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain't nothing like a new wear
Same color, got two pair
Ain't nothing like a new wear
Same color, got two pair
I'm selling dope in my Adidas
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 3]
They say work is never over so the grind is a constant twenty four
We fell in love with the white girl
And started pumping dimes of that Demi Moore
Uh, young, drunk, dumb, sold millions
Hopping out the Bentley is awesome
I got a belt full of F's on, I still don't give a fuck 'bout a Fendi store
'Cause shit wasn't for free but then shit was looking fleek
And I was thinking how it would look with the new kicks
And hopping out the brand new V but
They was acting like they couldn't see where I was tryna take the vision
I was stuck between Christian and a Muslim
So they say don't play with religion
But I used to play with the keys now
I just play with the rhythm
Zip bring Tyson to Eighteen Street
****, just to play with the pigeons
Very observant, I been washing money for a long time now
Use heavy detergent
You know spin cycle, Chlorox beast tryna wash me a load of whites, uh
Miami Beach Collins Ave, droptop with a loaded pipe out
Fuck with drug lords that get money and they ain't really the photo type
But me, myself, a hothead with a hot temper, rocking the coldest ice
And I got me a new pair
[Verse 4]
I'm selling dope in my Adidas
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm selling dope in my Adidas
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain't nothing like a new wear
Same color, got two pair
Ain't nothing like a new wear
Same color, got two pair
I'm selling dope in my Adidas
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 5]
I was born a hustler so I turned, I sold dope of all kinds
I flipped bricks, sold crack, even broke 'em down in small dimes
I seem to forget a lot, when I get knocked, **** I catch Alzheimers
I be freezing up all my watches, make you think a **** tryna stop time
Way **** is dropping dead, try to tell the Lord I need more time
'Cause if a **** front I put a bullet in his jersey like a 4-9
I draw shocks on a **** top like a top on a pretty Porsche 9
I got soldiers fully committed, that only live for committing war crimes
So uh, send me a text or a email and let me know when it's war time
I be smoking blunts on a yacht that's docked way beyond the shoreline
If they dripping sauce then uh, who the fuck you think whipped it up?
I step out like can jewels and freaky ****, I'll be dipped as fuck if you
Looking for my engine, you gotta go to the trunk, then lift it up
And these pretty bitches be saying boy
You out here still looking lit as fuck
But these three stripes, they kinda symbolize like these three strikes so I
Rock my shells for **** locked in the cell doing complete life
But it's cold world
[Verse 6]
I'm selling dope in my Adidas
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm selling dope in my Adidas
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain't nothing like a new wear
Same color, got two pair
Ain't nothing like a new wear
Same color, got two pair
I'm selling dope in my Adidas
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 7]
Heavy dope boy shit

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