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letra de 2 left feet - boldy james & nicholas craven

[verse 1: boldy james]
that one-way trip, i foot it, it’s mr. gun-wrench
pulled it off by the skin of my t–th, i had to push it to the limit
n—– playin’ with that bag when you send it
comin’ up shorter than bushwick, all these broke n—– need some [?]
stepped on the work so good that it left a footprint
just ran out of baggies, we need another box of good sense
it ain’t no better place on earth that we could’ve took this
why he be spendin’ all his money tryna look rich?
cuttin’ up a g-pack, name buzzin’ on the t app
now all these b-tches know a n—- just a dope dealer with some good d-ck
seen me with dual clip, you can tell this ain’t my first timе
he good at makin’ words rhyme, i’m really with thе bullsh-t
can fix it with a tool kit, a pistol was my first purchase
love was at the church service, reverend in the pulpit
sign on the gate said, “beware of dog,” n—– better keep away
now we put bta, somethin’ like a leather bullwhip

[chorus: boldy james]
revenge is bittersweet ’cause i been in the street hustlin’
can’t walk a straight line for nothin’, guess i got pigeon feet
i still ain’t missed a beat, this industry don’t mean nothin’
it’s constant and repercussions, gotta learn to live with grief
revenge is bittersweet, got a .23 with a buddy
in the sleeve of my louis vuitton, for when this sh-t get deep
revenge is bittersweet, but, that’s not even up for discussion
it mentally got me blushin’, been on a winnin’ streak
[verse 2: boldy james]
when you cop it, your main b-tch can’t come
it’s like i got ninety-nine problems and a brick ain’t one
had a insane run
don’t want this sh-t if it’s them same ones
playin’ ball ’til the championship game won
for them big-face hun’s, been ridin’ dirty like my nickname bun
shout to west v’, i got love for the whole 681
when them ship crates come i know where to get a fish plate from
down in the land of milk and honey where all the bricks a1
n—– askin’ when i’m gonna drop, but, i got the big [?]
i remember tellin’ n—– soon as my mixtape done
rep a set, h1, all my friends’ day ones
if i never dropped out of cooley n—- probably could have been trae young
duckin’ federalies in that grape [?] for the twenty-fifth straight summer
them n—– too broke to fix, they bums
stuff they said about me, how could they ever fix they gums?
if you cut his tongue out his mouth then his lips can’t run
that’s mafia

- boldy james nicholas craven

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