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boldy james & the alchemist - lop sided lyrics

[intro]
where we at?
drug zone to the 50
jackson
mafia, what else?
let’s get it
uh+uh

[verse 1]
cuttin’ up on mama fine china, playin’ hardball, pitchin’ side winders (fssh)
prize fighter, middle of the fire with them live wires (where we at?)
passin’ lane on north western highway, i’m a line driver (ayy)
catch your wifey lackin’ at the light, i’ma blindside her
side swipe her with this nine iron, i’m the [?] piper (let’s get it)
with the sh+ts, n+gga p+ssy rich but i ain’t buyin’ diapers (at all)
claimin’ he life the trife life but n+gga, mine trifer
7.62s in the coupe, we be ridin’ strikers (skrrt, skrrt)
they mad at me ’cause i look, dress, and cook better (blocks)
real+life goodfella, on top of that i rhyme nice
the bag shaker, reckless [?] ball and dime slicer
balmain biker denim, rental full of white lightning (them bricks)
three bodies in two attempts, sh+t, i’m a five+timer
gritty, slimy weed, sticky, limy as a highlighter (glow in the dark)
these n+ggas bums, huddled up like a bonfire
free my n+ggas ‘hind them electric fences and that barbwire (free the guys)
[chorus]
the apple don’t fall too far from the branch with me
k!ll his whole family tree, turn it to some hot cider (grrt)
faces in my pocket big as mount rushmore
countin’ racks, i was strapped down like a rock climber (you know it)
ziplinin’ through the ghetto with my concreature (ayy)
glock 9, a thirty+popper, all you heard was shots fired (doo+doo+doo+doo)
from them 227 h+ll block top [sighters ?] (ayy)
put that cheddie on a n+gga head, leave him lopsided (what else?)

[verse 2]
i’ll leave your pupils dilated, don’t get violated
aim be dead on but still’ll hit you if i sideways it (take him up top)
taker get to quakin’, shakin’ sh+t up like it’s vibratin’
non+opinionated, state my claim and they gon’ say i’m hatin’ (f+ck ’em)
only blazin’ them strong songs, burnin’ flames of satan (burnin’ flames of satan)
listenin’ to wjlb, that’s my favorite station (drug zone)
can say a lot about me but one thing that they can’t is
i never got [wrote/rolled ?] in the county, never made a statement (never)
i run with real lords, black piece stones and bounties
royal oak on my wrist, screamin’, “f+ck oakland county”
got switches on switches and hundiddies, this sh+t get wicked (grrt)
so before you leave the crib, should hug the kids and kiss the misses (mwah)
big orca in a small ocean full of squid
pool shark and still i’ll leave a n+gga swimmin’ with the fish (it’s the jackson)
long live the greatest, r.i.p. to the ruler
shoutout to my jeweler, i be syrup+sippin’ in the trenches (gang sh+t)
[chorus]
the apple don’t fall too far from the branch with me
k!ll his whole family tree, turn it to some hot cider (grrt)
faces in my pocket big as mount rushmore
countin’ racks, i was strapped down like a rock climber (it’s an art, climbing)
ziplinin’ through the ghetto with my concreature
glock 9, a thirty+popper, all you heard was shots fired (where we at?)
from them 227 h+ll block top [sighters ?] (ayy)
put that cheddie on a n+gga head, leave him lopsided (blockworks)

- boldy james the alchemist lyrics

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