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letra de open door - boldy james & real bad man

[intro: boldy james]
where we at?

[verse 1: boldy james]
seen men break, tattle and fold
place that on my soul, i had to scram, shake, rattle and roll
shot out west to cali, came back with the ‘bows
for the cheap concrete, we weigh packages whole
stay strapped with a pole, shotgun, maybach or the roll
this ain’t that, can’t lack with the load
stay attractin’ the hoes; gang on the nametag of my clothes
the rollie plain, chain platinum and gold
stay jackin’ the prose, n-ggas stealin’ – straight jackin’ my flows
i’m independent, eight racks for my shows
bae strapped and she cold
even though i’m laid back whеn i’m blowed
don’t be another facе tat on my bros
concreatures
[verse 2: rome streetz]
yup, check it, ayo
got my bread hand-to-hand
i ain’t get no check from the government (nah, f-ck that)
re-up with my mans, split the grams, we was thuggin’ it (uh-huh)
f-ckin’ on a square hoe, but really love a gutter b-tch (i love ’em)
that eyeball the work in her purse that hold a rubber grip
hustlin’ my heritage, nothin’ to turn one to six (yeah)
got it out the mud and made it happen, f-ck a “wonder if…?” (facts)
locked in the cell, we was scr-ppin’, son, throw up your fists (what up?)
shootin’ thirty-ones, we ’bout that action like a bronson fl!ck (uh-huh)
always on some sh-t, my lifestyle a felony
still sellin’ dope, n-ggas thinkin’ i’m a celebrity
the 23 i tote turn your brain cells to celery (blao)
and rock your bells like ll will end your destiny
worked the pill presser ‘fore i ever had a press release (facts)
my n-ggas will press, depress triggers, then rest in peace (blao)
sheesh, cook the fish like hot grease
straight drop, come and cop, peep (yeah)

[verse 3: stove god cook$]
wah
i got a mil into the yay, seven days
give thanks to my wrist, all praise
i might throw a cocaine parade
sittin’ on seventy-seven bricks while i weigh
bought a kilo, stepped on it, got a ego
got a speedboat, a ferrari portofino (woo)
all perico; money spillin’ out the safe
pythons in audis, i’m jake the snake; you fake
i know i’m late, i was halfway through a twenty-eight
dropped the ice on it, threw it on a plate and skated
i send my shooter through again if you make it (brr-r-r-rat)
holy black jesus, hail mary, troy aikman
just make sure you winnin’ when the game end
all my b-tches love the stove, not raymond
is it flame? sh-t, i wouldn’t even know
i ain’t had to open up a whole thang since ’04
[outro: rome streetz]
smell the reekin’ through the wrapper so you know it’s raw
fans love me, but the drug buyers know me more
we don’t save hoes, the policy is open-door
pull up, i’ll serve you n-ggas like a open store (what up?)
smell the reekin’ through the wrapper so you know it’s raw
fans love me, but the drug buyers know me more
we don’t save hoes, the policy is open-door (woo)
pull up, i’ll serve you n-ggas like a open store
smell the reekin’ through the wrapper so you know it’s raw (you smell it)
fans love me, but the drug buyers know me more (they know me)
we don’t save hoes, the policy is open-door
pull up, i’ll serve you n-ggas like a open store (what up?)
smell the reekin’ through the wrapper so you know it’s raw
fans love me, but the drug buyers know me more
we don’t save hoes, the policy is open-door
pull up, i’ll serve you n-ggas like a open store

- boldy james real bad man

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