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letra de triple platinum - boldy james & real bad man

[intro: boldy james]
i should’ve stayed gone
hit the road, jack
when i left
drug zone (i should’ve stayed gone, don’t you come back), yeah
when i left
should’ve been took off (jack and the beanstalk, i should’ve stayed gone)
never to return
when i left
money to burn
i should’ve stayed gone
where we at?
uh-uh, uh

[verse 1: boldy james]
it’s bo jackson, came up on ‘caine and all blow action
case you wonderin’ what i did way before rappin’
no gassin’, shiftin’ in first, watch me blow past ’em
no lackin’, heard he got spankеd and i’m joe jackson
no caption, knocked this sh-t loose, did it old-fashionеd
toe-tagged him, bro still at large, pray they don’t sn-tch him
can’t even front, you was shook when they showed up
with that piece-of-sh-t 9, prayin’ that sh-t don’t happen
yeah, he got off, but he dead soon as bro catch him
down bad, thirty-round mag, it ain’t no scr-ppin’
this is a marathon, you start off fast
then you wheezin’ in the back, n-ggas prayin’ that i don’t lap ’em
[chorus: boldy james]
in my city, i went ghetto gold
but on that road, i went triple platinum
ain’t no n-gga never took nothin’
but consent on hatin’ sh-t about me if you ask ’em
in my city, i went ghetto gold
lookin’ at ten, still pistol packin’
in my city, i went ghetto gold
but on that road, i went triple platinum

[verse 2: boldy james]
had to break a brick down in fractions
twist it down, then i let it dry off on a napkin
first time was a bird of raw and some crud
now this my third time runnin’ off on the plug
while all these n-ggas earned a boston in the club
to get a rap n-gga touched run you ’bout a dub
my hitter made a n-gga somersault with the sub
f-ck the money, he just did this sh-t off of the love
all of my pillheads bring me coffins of the mud
bottom of my b-tch heels red, she be walkin’ in blood
you know we pull up in convertibles with two seats
ten birds in two weeks, been tryna turn over a new leaf
what else?

[chorus: boldy james]
in my city, i went ghetto gold
but on that road, i went triple platinum
ain’t no n-gga never took nothin’
but consent on hatin’ sh-t about me if you ask ’em
i got n-ggas came home on parole
lookin’ at ten, still pistol packin’
in my city, i went ghetto gold
but on that road, i went triple platinum, let’s get it

- boldy james real bad man

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