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boldy james & v don - without mention lyrics

[intro: boldy james]
jack god (the biggest creature of all creatures)

[verse 1: boldy james]
these n+ggas so flawed (i did), i grew up, granny bangin’ needles
uncle used to smoke raw (gigi), cuzzo blazin’ perico, anny sniffin’ through a coke straw (titi)
he just jumped in his bag, must don’t know i’ve been in my goyard (my savage)
but i can pull this b+tch ‘fore this b+tch n+gga pull my whole card
these n+ggas ain’t on sh+t, know how we bomin’, humphrey bogart (humphrey bun)
mafia, double dee, wop, and bo jackson, we the prostars (big gang)
shocked of his life, somethin’ proper like i get you broke off (brrt)
you tote them choppers tight, won’t be no fights and no more close calls (at all)
never seen a drought, we get them ickens for lowball (the low+low)
when b+tches see me out, they always ask if i play pro ball (jackson v)
yeah, i play for the tigers, always been a bad liar
forty funds later, uppin’ twenty pints of quagmire
cookin’ up in glass pots, used to whip in cast iron
duckin’ hor pursuit, now we shootin’, they flash sirens (doot+doot+doot+doot)
have my son in the car, he lucky we ain’t flatlined ’em (for real)
the good things is you n+ggas caught me at a bad timin’
better to break your heart at the autograph signin’
than find out your favorite rapper piece is full of lab diamonds (she broke my heart to pieces)
‘stead of makin’ your mark, you n+ggas out here clown+fishin’ (yeah)
in the city servin’, know we heard you outta town snitchin’ (f+ckin’ clowns)
that dorothy and that toto had them small towns cl!ckin’ (yeah)
bookin’ one+ways with transfers, we was round+trippin’ (runarounds)
all i need is a loyal team and a few down b+tches (yeah)
then we can touch more cream than you can count, but that’s without mention (we ain’t gotta speak on it)
talkin’ in cursive, but i move the bag in morse code
chain wet, ‘fore i went outside, i had to let my pores close (water)
hook got behind me off of evergreen and forth road (turn up)
pulled up, and when he hopped out, had to drop that b+tch that in sport mode
[interlude: boldy james]
we outro (jack god)
yeah (f+ckin’ c+cksuckers)

[verse 2: boldy james]
foreign whip, foreign features, f+ckin’ on foreign hoes (yeah)
bl++dy, he’ll bounce out, drop a hundred in your cornrows (brrt)
born bold and cold, streets left me with a torn soul
lost my brother slim, so for him, i be pourin’ fours (slim)
rolls royce, don slippers, slidin’ on them forgios (skeet, skrrt)
caught a five of wop and a half+a+pint of [?] (bro up)
rolly on my wrist, came from slap boxin’ in the shadows
shadowboxin’ with the creatures, black+toppin’ on the gravel (227)
playin’ with that tar, in the desert makin’ sand castles
don’t talk in the car (shh), i’d make no statements if the feds sn+tch you
just shut the f+ck up, ’cause if not, we gon’ take out his tonsils (we gon’ remove)
lock all the doors and close the blinds, sh+t might get kinda hostile
let’s get it (pop)

- boldy james v don lyrics

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