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letra de formal invite - nicholas craven & boldy james

[intro]
shots ring out (brrr, doot-doot)
people shout (rrring)
shots ring out
people shout

[verse 1]
how rich am i? (chhhh)
i still can hear the air shocks from the trailer hitch on that semi
srt on that gleeko, 33 in that gen five
my lil n-ggas wiggin’ to turn a beef to a ribeye
when shots rang out, headed in my direction
boppin’ taj mahal, bringing the whole fifty guap out
we pop out at your party, free carruth, dooley and sharky
cough up a lung where i’m from like i grew up in marcy (what else)
heron preston bubble for the times that we ain’t have nothing
spin a deuce, sh-t look like i’m tryna two-track a sample
spray your block and tag your whip up
these n-ggas know we vandals
duct tape on thе handle on the stick look like a roman candlе
why they keep watching reruns? i heard his show was cancelled
all the business getting stood on, every issue gon’ get handled
every pistol gon’ get brandished, these n-ggas famished
since he keep making death wishes, every wish is gon’ get granted

[chorus]
bo james, i’m the honcho
the weed from humboldt county but the blow came from toronto
open road on that highway, slow lane in the tahoe
roll with them 50 zone boys but don’t f-ck with no 5-0
7-6in’ with a gang of them canadians
we bounce up out that cut and up that draco at your cranium
when shots rang out
they know we brought out kimmy k again (kardash’)
she quick to fidget through your neighborhood and take a spin
[interlude]
shots ring out
people shout (ay)
i’m hit, lord, i’m help— (jackson)

[verse 2]
stair-stepper, go on top on n-ggas like a hairdresser
bro a ladies’ man, but spray them cans like a air freshener
red texture, different kind of cloth my n-ggas cut from
playmaker, blue 42, that’s a hut one
drive-by shooters in my living room, was playin’ duck hunt
ain’t grew up with no silver spoon, wasn’t born with no trust fund
smashin’ all these pumpkins, we’ll crash a n-gga function
formal invite, red carpet came with a plus-one
bugs bunny carrots, in my carriage, countin’ drug money
dust bucket bourbon come from servin’ all the dust bunnies
hush puppies and big fat monkey nuts, but now my cup muddy
i could give a f-ck about no sl-t, long as the clucks love me
catch him dancing with his pants down, these n-ggas b-tt buddies
the last n-gga tested, let’s just say that he was unlucky
no country for old men, big trouble in small china
speak every language fluent in bag music from all genres

[chorus]
bo james, i’m the honcho
the weed from humboldt county but the blow came from toronto
open road on that highway, slow lane in a tahoe
roll with them 50 zone boys but don’t f-ck with no 5-0
7-6in’ with a gang of them canadians
we bounce up out that cut and up that draco at your cranium
when shots rang out
they know we brought out kimmy k again (kardash’)
she quick to fidget through your neighborhood and take a spin

- nicholas craven boldy james

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