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Boldy James - Disc Jockey
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Текст песни: I can thumb a hundred G's on a good night
I know money when I see it, what it look like
Keep a thirty on my glee, it's the witch doctor
Never did dirt in the street with no imposters
Fifty birds in a week, I ain't no kickboxer
But on the work, put hands and feet, I'm like a foot doctor
Albuquerque to the V, catching big poppers
Was murder in the first degree, the way I did Roxford
**** working with the D's, we don't mix vodka
When tables turn to turntables, I'm a disc jockey
Thirties in them twenty-threes with them switch boxes
Charging thirty-three a key for that good boxer
I stir the Rex and churn that yae better than Mrs. Crocker
Dish detergent and bleach spray next to the dishwasher
All I got left is like a freeway and a split popper
Finna serve 'em up a eway at the Foot Locker
It's the pot spinner, make it snow on **** blocks
Even if it's not winter, always put something extra to the side
For my top spender
Ya mans and them went out sad
Couldn't have been one of my benders
My granny damn near whip my ass for braking my grandpa's blender
Yeah, all my life, I been a mob figure
Where all we know is sell dope kill and rob ****
What else? All my life I been a mob member
But before anything else I was a con critter
Let's get it
I know money when I see it, what it look like
Keep a thirty on my glee, it's the witch doctor
Never did dirt in the street with no imposters
Fifty birds in a week, I ain't no kickboxer
But on the work, put hands and feet, I'm like a foot doctor
Albuquerque to the V, catching big poppers
Was murder in the first degree, the way I did Roxford
**** working with the D's, we don't mix vodka
When tables turn to turntables, I'm a disc jockey
Thirties in them twenty-threes with them switch boxes
Charging thirty-three a key for that good boxer
I stir the Rex and churn that yae better than Mrs. Crocker
Dish detergent and bleach spray next to the dishwasher
All I got left is like a freeway and a split popper
Finna serve 'em up a eway at the Foot Locker
It's the pot spinner, make it snow on **** blocks
Even if it's not winter, always put something extra to the side
For my top spender
Ya mans and them went out sad
Couldn't have been one of my benders
My granny damn near whip my ass for braking my grandpa's blender
Yeah, all my life, I been a mob figure
Where all we know is sell dope kill and rob ****
What else? All my life I been a mob member
But before anything else I was a con critter
Let's get it
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