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boldy james - all on my side lyrics

[intro]
it’s the jackson
(royal house on the beat)
the mafia

[verse 1]
out of a thousand+eight grams, only two hundred twenty+seven left (227)
he don’t got no street cred, we ran his credit check
for good, better, best, half a block is what it took (gotta take it)
i done robbed, i’ve been booked, i done shot at the hook (grrt)
ain’t had no bond, but made the most of it
my b+tch badder than your b+tch, know how i know? ’cause i know both of ’em
why n+ggas tweeting, sneak dissin’, subbin’ like a woofer? (we up)
i’ll smack a brick up quicker than a two+dollar hooker (remix)
still tote my pole anywhere, n+gga not allowed (snuck it in)
ain’t goin’ by the textbook, still made my mama proud (blockworks)
quit hatin’ on the big dog, this ain’t no puppy love (nah, this ain’t that)
he run his mouth more than he ever ran the money up (talk)
got that super mario switch for n+ggas think they bowser (six+four)
i’ve been a k!ller since a youngin, never needed a voucher (a hundro)
sneeze, i let my gun bless you, that’s you ever hit or miss (achoo)
i’m too rich to tongue wrestle, sh+t, we get n+ggas chipped (grrt)

[chorus]
i’ve been held up on hold, but never held back (without a bond)
judge tried to triple+life me, gave that l back (type of time)
i know my cars, instagram, and my cell tapped (i know it’s tricky)
a rock star, but i can’t never paint my nails black (but i got dance moves)
my driver just shot out the way, she got her l’s back (where we at?)
some n+ggas fell out while some other n+ggas just fell back
fell off the wagon when them pendants turned to jail caps (fell off the wagon)
totin’ a police h+llpup in this h+llcat
[verse 2]
one thing for sure, two for certain, that money come and go (action jackson)
i know they watching from afar, so i put on a show (when i perform)
still on that same type of time, this what got me rich (pull an all+nighter)
the last ybs standin’ on my side of 6 (6 mile, brickmile)
in the trap, laughin’, tryna catch all the big spenders (catchin’ pops)
count out three million dollars cash, all strip denim (all strips)
before i let him slime me out, i’d rather peel his cap (grrt)
front the whole hood, that’s a n+gga way of giving back (know i put on)
first time i counted up two bucks, sh+t got my d+ck hard (had me a rock)
now i do all the good drugs, drive all the big cars (i’m havin’ new broads)
can’t stick around if ain’t no money or no cash to make (gotta shake ’em)
usually the first up out my slumber and the last to wake (what else?)
barely can keep my eyes open, sh+t, i be so faded (i be smacked)
one of the realest out my city, but the most hated (it’s the jackson)
most of these rappers sold weed, i’m the one sell dust (got ’em in)
i worked my fork and churned that b+tter ’til it swelled up (let’s get it)

- boldy james lyrics

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