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boldy james - reform school lyrics

i’m a lunatic, i got five on it once the doobie lit
we was locking my room door stuffing the boosie clips
running with hooligans i put in my work
wipe the slugs and guns off with the tip of my shirt
two .23’s when we ride on our enemies
and hit ’em up if they don’t hit me up first
and my army fatigued, it’s still gunpowder on the sleeve
n-gg-s get shot every day b pull down your skirt
before i lift it up, show the whole world you p-ssy
and how you n-gg-s been some b-tches since birth
’cause we them sig sauer boys h-tting ’em where it hurts
twisting n-gg- cap back and pop a n-gg-
with a squig and a squirt
he dug his own grave, i’m just revealing the dirt
got some bullets to chase a n-gg- to the end of the earth
until we meet again, i think with death i’mma flirt
give her that old evil grin and my devilish smirk

f-ck y’all n-gg-s, what y’all wanna do
b-mping my new sh-t, mobbing with the crew
stuck to the blueprint and ride with the tool
let me know if it’s a problem ’cause the solving we could do

dead bullies and red bullets all in his stomach
a couple b-tches with who relations ended abruptly
grab the mickey and the coaster and sit it
now i been sober a minute
hoe tell your soul just forget it
spit it as cold as the frigid
dare me to host it and sh-t
just carry the flow to the clinic
carry the coast on my shoulders
various hoes in the whip
and they blowing smoke at the chauffeur
carry the dope in they britches
bury a foe in the ocean
i can’t help it, it’s tan cressida
gram sellers paying temple records
and bodies stuffed in the d-mn cellar
far from the front and my n-gg-s was in the back
yelling ’cause we came from nothing
like everything that you can’t tell us
speak soft soccer fan shut you camera off
ran can camelot canon c-cked liquor shot, bop bop
looking slosh bottom of the belly
bars locked hard hitting like they squabbling with the celly

f-ck y’all n-gg-s, what y’all wanna do
b-mping my new sh-t, mobbing with the crew
stuck to the blueprint and ride with the tool
let me know if it’s a problem ’cause the solving we could do

smoking on the green, exhaling dragon breath up out my nasal
all the steak rolls married with the basil
it’s too rare, get it off my table
the way i pimp, should’ve stuck with the shrimp
d-ck stuck to her lips, the money stuck to my thumbs
i’m spitting rounds like a drum, b-tch said her man was a b-m
and he think he got that bag, get her high and dog her -ss
she telling me ’bout homie’s stash, i’m listening up and roll my gr-ss
before the blunt was even ashed, i hit my homie on the jag like
just got the word on what the lick bring
ess-x country and he’s sittin’ on ’bout 6 ps
is you ’bout it? he say ‘for sure’ and we bust a move
riding with my top gun like tom f-cking cruise
no license behind the wheel, blowing red signs
i’ll push that red line before fed time
get to flippin’, write a verse or two
no, these n-gg-s never heard of you
denzel in training day, motherf-cker, i’m getting surgical

f-ck y’all n-gg-s, what y’all wanna do
b-mping my new sh-t, mobbing with the crew
stuck to the blueprint and ride with the tool
let me know if it’s a problem ’cause the solving we can do

- boldy james lyrics

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