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letra de pepper jack - boldy james & cuns

[intro: boldy james]
aye, yeah
what else?

[verse 1: boldy james]
married to the concrete, holy matrimony
call me papa johns turn the beef into pepperoni
two-twenty-seven know we heavy on it
hit him in the head with the heat, we’ll press and comb it
found out where he be apply some pressure on it
shred him with the two-twenty-three or the kelly rowland
left him dead in the street nephew did him bogus
be the pеrson you least expect, you’ll nеver notice
hot boy found the scene sprinkled pepper on it
your shooter can’t even compare let’s bet whatever on it
when i release strig feel like a feather, don’t it?
lumbar support seats with the fn on it
run off on me, and i’ma let him hold it
i’m on my like my twentieth v and my eleventh rolex
cause if it’s up with me i get to pressing on sh-t
when sh-t get stuck under my feet it come to stepping on it
blocks
[chorus: boldy james]
it ain’t gon’ be my opps
if i get dropped properly one of my n-ggas drilled me
you figure? deal me, lord let the k!ller steal me
for my fam let them know that i tried to prevent it
but it’s a minute, in the concrete
it’s like heaven the only place i could find peace
i’m in the trenches, pounding the pavement
slaving over the stove, working the graveshift
until i’m filthy

[verse 2: boldy james]
the underworld built me
streets take me underneath, me and taymar
used to play under the sheets, now i’m under investigation
from federal police with this ar
ten bodies, one summer with the sway bar
friend swali taught me how to fly under the radar
off-white dunks, burn his eyes in the day bar
the bullets come from dunham’s but the chopper come from k-mart
me and redi rock, really get ’em in
we like suge and slim, and birdman j.r
blending [crement?] with raw now it’s gray tar
gotta put some gas in your car cause i stay far
f-ck this sh-t say on my wrist? hefty chopard
bentley, benz, beamers in the yard, me and rayvar
listening to old e.s.k.o. and soulside
bought his son a toy truck, little amar
mafia what else?
[chorus: boldy james]
it ain’t gon’ be my opps
if i get dropped properly one of my n-ggas drilled me
you figure? deal me, lord let the k!ller steal me
for the fam let them know that i tried to prevent it
but it’s a minute, in the concrete
it’s like heaven the only place i could find peace
i’m in the trenches, pounding the pavement
slaving over the stove, working the graveshift
until i’m filthy

- boldy james cuns

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