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boldy james - i took it lyrics

boldy james, another cl-ssic, i took it!
send the block, big 3, 2-2-7
let’s go!

i ain’t run up with yo work, b-tch i took it
and i ain’t steal it i did it while you was looking
i ain’t run up with yo work, b-tch i took it
and then i took it out of town and got it cooking
i got it cooking, i got it cooking
i got it cooking, i got it cooking
i ain’t run up with yo work, b-tch i took it
and i ain’t steal it i did it while you was looking
i ain’t run up with yo work, b-tch i took it
and then i took it out of town and got it cooking

plug with the plug i don’t even make the work stretch
i was on the run before my baby took her first steps
ordered a dozen and i paid them for the first set
then i bought a hundred and he fronted me a 30 pack
we can work with that daddy told me bring’em 30
back and i ain’t turned instead i bought that 30 back
and at the way the work was at
b-tch you always talking how to bag and where the birdies at
before i catch a murder rep
bust’em like the thermostat my n-gg-r g
only thing a n-gg-r get free from me is a bullet in the dirty back
get nasty splinter -ss n-gg-r you a dirty bag
catch you with that turtle bun invasion with that bunny rap

this man said i ran off
and he talk more and he looking for me
i ain’t run around with my talk down
i am talking bout what the f-ck he looking for?
i’m in this flash and cooking i’m staking out with the soya thumb
i’m out of time and i’m breaking down
and my flip is working and got more guns
f-ck n-gg-rs gonna f-ck around and get
how they talk more and they be running off
my niece bad and my back bone
my back heavy my stacks on
my bright dance, my neck froze
i ain’t steal sh-t form that real sh-t
f-ck boy i’m a dope boy
and i never ran look b-tch i don’t even walk bad
i took it back and i called his -ss
hit me up if you need something
p-ssy n-gg-r i’m a g 100-10000

it’s all bad i had to fall back
clear my head, wet my eyes
n-gg-rs used to say imma end up dead
straight star in that box of swine
nine million probably grind
long note started popping
put your paws in my pocket
buffalo right now
i come around here try to talk it off
girl you don’t break no bread with us
we be getting that paper up
and make paper here then we tear them up
after 50 shots had to land one
had my youngest running in your spot
leave with the bag let me a dime
i don’t know you no new friends
i’d bye but i call dude
i ain’t never ran off with a bag
track like as clean as a whistle
but i crack n-gg-rs here and they smashed they bread
whacking one to fish

- boldy james lyrics

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