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letra de it hit different - boldy james

[intro]
(royal house on the beat)
used to love this sh-t
the street sh-t, the grind, the hustle, the money

[verse 1]
all of that front sh-t is punk sh-t
so when it’s up, i’ll get you slumped before the blunt lit
n-gga, it’s one and done, you know we one sh-t
all that they heard was, “boom-boom-boom,” after the drum kick
p-ssy, you gotta know what this sh-t come with
what it’s gon’ take for you to pull that redrum skit
i seen some real n-ggas stay faithful to one chick
took him for all he had just so she could jump ship
nerve of these b-tches, swear that sh-t over and done with (that sh-t over)
i’m donе playing nice guy, ain’t tryna finish last
can’t trust no b-tch to save my life, can’t nеver get attached
none of these hoes ain’t even worth a n-gga gettin’ sn-tched (at all)
’cause when they come and put that hold, i know that she gon’ fold, she ain’t gon’ do that bid with you, might as well hang it up
ren told me, “you can’t expect you out of other n-ggas ’cause we some real ones and these n-ggas ain’t the same as us”
it’s mafia, what else?

[chorus]
we them big fishes
my little n-ggas in the trenches, they be hit-stickin’
my son need a new gun, he say his switch glitchin’
my intuition lately tellin’ me my b-tch switchin’
but i’ve been hit before, so ain’t no need to panic
’cause yesterday, i made it snow, in case you missed christmas
ain’t nothing shy about them racks, this sh-t hit different
difference between me and them, it’s a big difference
what else?
[verse 2]
sh-t hit different when you rich and you up dog sh-t
she got a fat p-ssy, i can tell from her paw print
it hit different when every n-gga you involved with
be all focused on the same goal until we all rich
sh-t hit different when all them members be on boss sh-t
be standing on they own ten, whatever they got caught with
it hit different when n-ggas snitchin’, on some cross sh-t
half brick of crawfish, strig like a drawstring
for that chicken, strip a n-gga, put him in a cross-wing
‘fore i let ’em off me, i’ll off a n-gga offspring
eight ounce in a lime-aid, three thousand fentanyl beans
came up off the rite-aid, cvs, and walgreens
five hundred grits in an empty box of saltines
all of these jigs in the spig just to let off steam
stick bigger than a twig, drum on a carbine
free lil’ schemes, long live my n-gga raw steam

- boldy james

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