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boldy james & v don - rsns lyrics

[verse 1]
these n_ggas k!ll me acting like they was
really out here with us
totin’ thrillers, when you play with them chirps, not just on twitter
seen the stone in the pinky ring look like rhinestone glitter
my shine’s on shimmer, might just bounce out on nine fourwheelers
think i’m a l!ck or somethin’, nicknamed my .45 glorilla
my chop gon’ send him up in flames if this glock don’t seal the deal
can’t rock with these n_ggas, if he nothin’ i don’t feel him
got a pint of vs, so people this not no liquor
was taught to first get the paper, rock on scissor [?] graves
cradle to the grave, catchin’ pops on spencer
say you diggin’ graves, what grave you dug? you not no digger
you not no n_gga if your neighborhood don’t got no scrilla
your pot don’t simmer, jumped in the deep but you’re not no swimmer
who shot your n_gga? you ain’t cut like that, you not no sk!lla
ain’t got no feelings, my shooter, he just popped four jiggers
can say a lot about my gang, can’t say we not no k!llers

[interlude 1]
let’s get it
227

[chorus]
real street n_gga sh_t
never eat where you sh_t
never sleep where you trap
seventy for the grit
real street n_gga sh_t
23 for the split
two_family flat
selling keys of the fent
real street n_gga sh_t
deal me for the hit
get a n_gga wacked
that’s a cease and desist
real street n_gga sh_t, yeah
real street n_gga sh_t, let’s get it
[verse 2]
pick of the litter, i ain’t got no album fillers
black chinchilla, back of the back burnin’ bags of apple fritter
basking in the glamour
boy, don’t make me double tap the trigger
smash ’em with the hammer
show you why they call bo jack the wizard
when it come to who stood on the biz, i was standing on the big stilts
in the city where the frenchbuilt kids get k!lled over spilled milk
wrap you up in your silk quilt, strig heavy as an anvil
weighin’ my handheld, in the hood like a [?]
take a n_gga face, my stepper got a foot rash
was stepping on the flake like a foot pad, drac’ in a bookbag
everything upscale
granny like to smell that, i’m like “what smell?”
pops been a cop my whole life, n_gga, still it’s f_ck 12
how much you want for the cutie? we dumpin’ dumbells
but first i make the work jump judy and then i jump bail
been sold so much blow think a n_gga left a dust trail
my n_gga luck been locked up so long he d_mn near from jail

[interlude 2]
where we at?
227

- boldy james v don

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