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boldy james & conductor williams - flying trapeze act كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
m—my love is real, ooh, ooh
(conductor, we have a problem)

[verse 1]
detectives asked me if i remember the night that’s in question, i told ’em vaguely
can’t remember nothing outside of me being angry
gave a false description, ain’t no rule to the exception
never writing down no statement, never doin’ no confession
heard him tell it all like he doin’ an impression
‘nothеr play, another plot, another funeral procеssion
silent but deadly, quiet n_ggas’ll k!ll
allergic to the shield, i’m used to all the aggression
in that interrogation room, n_ggas snitched for less
wiggled out that triple murder, i’m a triple_threat
took it all the way to the door, f_ck if i blow trial
whole bureau know that a n_gga high_profile
lucky got a double, russell was looking at a dime
grandma told me to slow down, i couldn’t at the time
wish i could do it all again if i could press rewind
i still’ll walk them n_ggas down like the second line

[chorus]
tight_roping in the streets, this sh_t is death_defying
when your mans the witness in your case testifying
whipped my last ninety circles with a wire hanger
jumping through them fire hurdles like a lion tamer
feel like a green bay fan for them green backs
i put that cheddie on your head like a cheese hat
two and a hottie, finna slid the machine back
my youngin catchin’ bodies like a flying trapeze act
[verse 2]
this ain’t no barnum & bailey in my hood, this sh_t like the heart of kuwaity
don’t get your wig flipped and parked with a dracy
work soft as a b_ttercup, we had it southbound
the achy breaky huff and puff and blow your house down
free all the guys coming home on the countdown

drug zone to the bronx, brick mile boss
b_tch, i’m from h_llblock, these n_ggas drip mild sauce
pops the one laced up my sneaks but the streets raised me
sn_tched the rug from under my feet, now my dreams paisley
send a hit when that money clear, like i’m tay keith

seventy_two hour hold, cut loose by day three
r.i.p. moschino, long live k.p.
used to feel trapped in the ghetto, tryna break free
on a thirty_year run, i feel like an escapee, let’s get it

- boldy james conductor williams

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