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boldy james - extra grams lyrics

jammin’ 30 in the morning, let’s go!
get that b-tch!
y’all n-gg-rs don’t realize man

yes i kick my connect then i get hit with a bat
wanna burst through the…then he’d do the less
when i slurp you got this and a b-tchy dollar
and i work to be the best f-cking sh-t i ever did
way the work wise with
way the work wise with
way the work wise with
great deals, great deals
way the work wise with
way the work wise with
way the work wise with
just to get an extra gram

it’s game time i fear i’m doubled up
aka break a brick down in the double team
why your hoe roll up my weed
we sipping bubble here
he grill and mugging
cause his b-tch in love with me
why wouldn’t you i will love my fee
just look at you and take a look at me
then tell me what you see, what would you do
if you was touching jeans like double do
double with two ds
f-ck with me double with belt buckle and lou v
it’s too in my crooked jeans
are they rivaling for a thousand
this is proof for thought you n-gg-rs do the dishes
i ain’t superst-tious but i’m too religious
and everything that i got i got from moving digits
in the project and smoking with them killers
be the power recognize double vision

it’s game time my fee are we so mafioso
when he ain’t got the things i give him the papi chulo
the 2-4 free my n-gg-r lot broke
the only boss you ever knew
and he was rocking hugo
like i was copping two os v15 dollars a gram
never mix business with pleasure
only copping for fam
running to the bad i’m the monopoly man
put out too much kid, had to cop me some lip
bought me a whole block, thousand and 8 grams
still over the stove skied over and p-ssing…
he ain’t look out subtending
and p-ss the window and watch for feds
i was down to my last but now i got the feds
mafia, what else? i was the paying model
drinking away the pain with champagne bottles
what kind of creatures can they be that they can’t paint a problem
big money ain’t a problem

thank god the bank came
b-tch you know it’s game time
wanna se a real n-gg-r get it, watch the d-mn line
whole drink, whole hood
diddy bought for what i got
n-gg-rs say i heard about you peach and i was in that block
i was on but you know i’m still on that paying check
b-tch making money n-gg-r, money got a dull taste
big man deal and i get it dope boy
kids standing straight block
i can get you for this on
bars round the wait
ten beds i got my tennis on
molly went 10-15 …get on money
turn around tripping ain’t; no way to get your money n-gg-r
imam sit it all o0ut
we gonna make the love city
n-gg-r we the mafia
keep a lot of cops on us
money ain’t a problem…

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