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boldy james & cuns - earned not given lyrics

[intro]
where we at?
bo jack

[verse 1]
won’t be nothin’ but smooth sailin’ from a smooth criminal
me and smooth in the spigot, he weighin’ up all my digital
jealous ones still envy me, all that hatred is pitiful
wish that they could get rid of me, contemplatin’ on k!llin’ me
all this pape’ i been gettin’, i know it’s makin’ ’em miserable
to get me lined up, ain’t no less than a fifty strip
fifty bands tied up on sauers with extended clips
so i can give a flyin’ f+ck or a swimmin’ sh+t
tell them cheerleaders with they pompoms to bring it on
quick to tell a ho it ain’t no hassle, left her free to roam
my crib a castlе and my b+tches bad as nia long
got it out the gravel, now i’m so up, i’ma need a dronе
should hit your man off with a bag, look like he need a loan
the route we had was so hot with them tabs, we had to leave the phones
he the type to eat his own but ice me and moan
type to meet the plug and double down, but sh+t, to each his own
what else?
[chorus]
where respect is earned, not given
pot whippin’ them big birds, kentucky fried chicken
grit, where respect is earned, not given
these n+ggas livin’ just to die, that sh+t is not livin’
at all, where respect is earned, not given
if you can dodge prison and death, you the top villain
respect, where respect is earned, not given
n+ggas be livin’ just to die, let’s get it

[verse 2]
my mind was playin’ tricks on my when young doggy slid
since my line been layin’ bricks on me, i been off the grid
burnin’ puff and the magic dragon, out in cali’ dabbin’
was just cuffed in a paddy wagon, now we back in action
my flight landed at 9:30, we arrived early
smuggled the work in my luggage, i had to hide girly
my uncle bubby mad at me, i owe him for finkle
i don’t need no iron, i’m already creased without a wrinkle
in the hood, ran up a sack bigger than kris kringle
the dope did better than my plaques, i dropped a hit single
connected out in tijuana, we green as iguana
was f+ckin’ on a prima donna, now we seein’ commas
game time, gon’ give ’em a brief reminder
it’s all kinds of fish in the sea, but we the ones who eat piranhas
keep the striggy, gotta be self aware
you see me in a fight with a grizzly, n+gga, don’t help me, help the bear
[outro]
it’s blocks

- boldy james cuns lyrics

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