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letra de you know - boldy james

[verse 1]
alan the chemist
concreatures
boldy bricks, yeah
when them birds flying high in the sky
you know how i’m feelin’ already
and i don’t wanna kick it cause ya’ll n-ggas petty
and if that’s ballin’ i’m in l.a. with jefe
on that mac mall sh-t cause i’m all about my fetti
yes yes, ups’ll send ’em next day
overnight, fed ex, express, ese
never been a coward or a p-ssy in these streets
and i put that on a g like a thousand word essay
bricks on consignment, dirty dishes in the sink
finna cook another ki with this chopper and this sk
pistol whippin, i do the fool in the kitchen
when i’m spinnin, and i only rock the trues with the thick st-tches
i ain’t the man but i d-mn sure know him
got a fin fulla bands and my hand finna blow it
like i grow it, if you gettin’ money then show it
i talk it cause i live it, but you already know it
it’s concreatures

[chorus]
i’m on my throwback
bo jack but you already know that
and it’s a known fact
that i sold crack and all my n-ggas don’t rap
we get the load back
them bolds and ? we got them b-tches on deck
they got my phone tapped
i ain’t goin’ back, tell them b-tches get the bozack

[verse 2]
n-ggas know that they better run that dough back
‘fore we hit your door with the calicos, no on smack
we smack n-ggas for fat living and dog
check the sh-t out of b-tch -ss n-ggas tell ’em to fall back
we get points on the pack, and hit y’all wit’ the sacks
and shake no weight, i’m sellin’ all packs
i got the master p hook up, recipe to cook up
in the middle of spring i bring fall back
for my dogs in them bronco colors
blue and orange on the yard doin’ football numbers
i jumped off the porch and i took off runnin’
had a long run, it’s been a long time comin’
when chances were slim to none i was the skinniest one but kept the biggest gun
in the hood i’m a boss cause i get it done
my n-ggas empty drums, pull up and pull off now that’s a hit and run

[verse 3]
cause old habits, it’s hard for me to break those
we weigh packages whole, shake rattle and roll
i’m talkin’ crate loads
easy p-ssin’ through tolls, breakin’ the border
meetin’ quotas, drinkin’ gl-sses of rose
and moet for moses, diamonds in my gold link
glowin’ piece, goin’ when i’m strikin’ a pose
we finally famous but this the life that we chose
gold wire, c frames with the ice on my nose

- boldy james

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