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Jewel Thieves Video (MV)




Performed By: BTA Detroit
Language: English
Length: 2:38
Written by: Ernest Smith




BTA Detroit - Jewel Thieves Lyrics
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Every time I turn around someone gets shot
Part of me, wishes man they was a cop
You know, I like this and that on the block
Sometimes you got to use your hands to rob
Jewel thieves never change
BTA knows more than a lot
Got hustlers in the cut, swerve in the drop
Ain't no Rollie was on my wrist or a bought
Ain't bout the money, we just paid to rob
I got guns at the table, take me to the mob
Just found out you a killer, GLE
When you f*ck with the mob
Me and my brother a bond
Tryna get rich and be a boss and a boss
If you ain't a thug, you a pimp
You ain't nothing but a scared to stomp
BTA Detroit more than a lot
Murder wear weapons, even gang on the block
No limit when I sell these rocks
Got a bunch of killers with me
Pull up to the chop shop
Gotta close my eyes, I gotta a drop
I was trappin' at the bottom, murder on the glock
Gotta get the bench, promise to kill a cop
I promise sell all these rocks
Loyalty from the tribe is it lost
I swear to god I did it without my dogs
But it's back selling these rocks
Homie told me to slow down
Back to Winnipeg, it's my hometown
Every time I turn around someone gets shot
Part of me, wishes man they was a cop
You know, I like this and that on the block
Sometimes you got to use your hands to rob
Jewel thieves never change
BTA knows more than a lot
Got hustlers in the cut, swerve in the drop
Ain't no Rollie was on my wrist or a bought
Ain't bout the money, we just paid to rob
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English

Every time I turn around someone gets shot
Part of me, wishes man they was a cop
You know, I like this and that on the block
Sometimes you got to use your hands to rob
Jewel thieves never change
BTA knows more than a lot
Got hustlers in the cut, swerve in the drop
Ain't no Rollie was on my wrist or a bought
Ain't bout the money, we just paid to rob
I got guns at the table, take me to the mob
Just found out you a killer, GLE
When you f*ck with the mob
Me and my brother a bond
Tryna get rich and be a boss and a boss
If you ain't a thug, you a pimp
You ain't nothing but a scared to stomp
BTA Detroit more than a lot
Murder wear weapons, even gang on the block
No limit when I sell these rocks
Got a bunch of killers with me
Pull up to the chop shop
Gotta close my eyes, I gotta a drop
I was trappin' at the bottom, murder on the glock
Gotta get the bench, promise to kill a cop
I promise sell all these rocks
Loyalty from the tribe is it lost
I swear to god I did it without my dogs
But it's back selling these rocks
Homie told me to slow down
Back to Winnipeg, it's my hometown
Every time I turn around someone gets shot
Part of me, wishes man they was a cop
You know, I like this and that on the block
Sometimes you got to use your hands to rob
Jewel thieves never change
BTA knows more than a lot
Got hustlers in the cut, swerve in the drop
Ain't no Rollie was on my wrist or a bought
Ain't bout the money, we just paid to rob
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Writer: Ernest Smith
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