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letra de boss - boldy james

[chorus: earn money & ambra denise]
all this ballin’ we been doin’, i been pictured that too far money ballin’ ties in the heart h-ll yeah, it’s the reggie’s back but it’s nothin’ to it, boss, i’ma get it back

[verse 1: boldy james]
quick to flip a n-gga like a pixie mattress countin’ all this cash money, i feel like beatrice tall, dark-skinned b-tch, she look like a actress y’all believe in these n-ggas, cause they really actors d-ckie suit, big ranch, and i’m a mechanic moon rocks, cookie crops, i’m on another planet n-ggas say they in the streets where we really actin’ catch him on the e-way and hit him up in traffic go upstairs on a n-gga, call that sh-t the attic took my wife, b-tch, on xans and now she at it all the tools got extensions, and them b-tches plastic white girl do coke, boy, and addy purse got me scratchin’, cut purple as a radish caught the midnight train to georgia with my baby gladys i stashed the work in a cabinet, cause i’m really havin’ i’m on my way to a play, but i got stuck in traffic so many pills in your b-tch, it f-cked up her bladder got an iron with a ladder, call that b-tch stafford i know a couple snow bunnies who be dippin’ acid fallin’ full of paper, lookin’ like a homework packet meek mills said it’s levels, but it’s really brackets i’m doin’ 90 on the freeway, droppin’ off the packet put an x on a n-gga like his name is malcolm see a n-gga owe me money, throw him off the balcony when my doc write his script, it look like scribble scratch

[chorus: earn money & ambra denise]
all this ballin’ we been doin’, i been picture dat got a glass, pint of red, and a brick of act all these clothes in my bag, and they make me mad last loss, send me back 150 racks boy, there’s nothin’ to it, boss, i’ma get it back jacked off another nifty when they hit the trap cause there’s nothin’ to it, boss, i’ma get it back there’s nothin’ to it, boss, i’ma get it back to it, boss, i’ma get it back

[verse 2: taj mahal]
watchin’ for the triple cross, push it to the max had a brick of raw and uncut, i hit it with a lat do every f-ckin’ up the street, no, they can’t handle that swear the whole gang lit, no candle wax i do everything big, no lumberjack touch down anytime when i play runnin’ back no such thing as an up-duck, it’s cause i love the racks but no amount of money in this world could bring my youngin’ back posted up in the sugar shack, tryin’ to run up a sack took that lil’ b-tch, they gave me, and i doubled that took some tears, blood, and a lot of sweat every time i took a loss, you know i double back don’t shake my hand, no, i don’t want no f-ckin’ debt man, i do this sh-t for my dawgs, doin’ a couple nets i’m on an odd with the woods, and i’m silverback not a bad farmer jack, started with a 60-pack, nick when my jock write a script, it look like scribble scr-p

[chorus: earn money & ambra denise]
all this ballin’ we been doin’, i been picturin’ that got a glass, pint of red, and a brick of act all this gold’s in my bag, and it makes me mad last loss, send me back a 150 rack boy, there’s nothin’ to it, boss, i’ma get it back jacked off another nifty when they hit the trap cuz there’s nothin’ to it, boss, i’ma get it back boy, there’s nothin’ to it, boss, i’ma get it back to it, boss, i’ma get it back

- boldy james

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