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Boldy James - Love Me Now
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Текст песни: Where we at
ChChing
Yeah
Unhunh
Aye
What else
It’s a harsh reality when you gotta part with the family, missing the moments you thought’ll never haunt all your fantasies.
Thoughts of me Vanishing feel like I’m lost bet it all while I’m gambling, reason granny keep calling me panicking.
Worried to death but must don’t know I never was worried, they go against this Creature shit they’ll be dead in a hurry.
Pop his cap pill his lid fill his hat up wit this strig, In the Feds they say it ain’t bout what you had but what you hid
Thought shit was smooth when dog wit his move to the Chi, Streets to the clink all prison rules still apply.
Call me Bo don’t know Jack don’t know who’ll testify, and get to singing now they screaming Don’t move FBI.
Cous 40 caught a 10 on the food wit a buy, but before he take the stand old school rather die
Say you love me don’t just tell me gotta show me if you mean it, ConCreatures 5z these **** know we bleed the cement.
Kick pushing like I’m Lupe’
two way
D’Usse’ Siete
all of this white Labor Day should’ve been my due-date
Try not to wait until it’s too late
Touché
but it go 2ways
All in my mix don’t know the flavor of the Kool-Aid
All of these grits I broke the razor need a new blade.
parking the Caddy V seen two unmarks off of Abington, in my city Drug Zone like The heart of the Vatican.
Ain’t familiar if these **** didn’t play at St. Cecilia, I been balling for so long got highlight tapes and memorabilia.
Still the **** that I was before them millions, I built an empire off of drugs and prescriptions.
Mud and elixir thumbs full of blisters, we ain’t the 1’s holding up them guns in the pictures
They caught him in the alley with them drums did the twister, I was raised to be a gangster now my son Baby Finster.
Same tappers gon crash out and burn it down for Baby Smakker, play wit Gang and Nem be first to find out that I ain’t a rapper.
1 single tap’ll get you blew down with this hang-ladder, know we set the play I really wished I could’ve stayed after.
Kick pushing like I’m Lupe’
two way
D’Usse’ Siete
all of this white Labor Day should’ve been my due-date
Try not to wait until it’s too late
Touché
but it go 2ways
All in my mix don’t know the flavor of the Kool-Aid
ChChing
Yeah
Unhunh
Aye
What else
It’s a harsh reality when you gotta part with the family, missing the moments you thought’ll never haunt all your fantasies.
Thoughts of me Vanishing feel like I’m lost bet it all while I’m gambling, reason granny keep calling me panicking.
Worried to death but must don’t know I never was worried, they go against this Creature shit they’ll be dead in a hurry.
Pop his cap pill his lid fill his hat up wit this strig, In the Feds they say it ain’t bout what you had but what you hid
Thought shit was smooth when dog wit his move to the Chi, Streets to the clink all prison rules still apply.
Call me Bo don’t know Jack don’t know who’ll testify, and get to singing now they screaming Don’t move FBI.
Cous 40 caught a 10 on the food wit a buy, but before he take the stand old school rather die
Say you love me don’t just tell me gotta show me if you mean it, ConCreatures 5z these **** know we bleed the cement.
Kick pushing like I’m Lupe’
two way
D’Usse’ Siete
all of this white Labor Day should’ve been my due-date
Try not to wait until it’s too late
Touché
but it go 2ways
All in my mix don’t know the flavor of the Kool-Aid
All of these grits I broke the razor need a new blade.
parking the Caddy V seen two unmarks off of Abington, in my city Drug Zone like The heart of the Vatican.
Ain’t familiar if these **** didn’t play at St. Cecilia, I been balling for so long got highlight tapes and memorabilia.
Still the **** that I was before them millions, I built an empire off of drugs and prescriptions.
Mud and elixir thumbs full of blisters, we ain’t the 1’s holding up them guns in the pictures
They caught him in the alley with them drums did the twister, I was raised to be a gangster now my son Baby Finster.
Same tappers gon crash out and burn it down for Baby Smakker, play wit Gang and Nem be first to find out that I ain’t a rapper.
1 single tap’ll get you blew down with this hang-ladder, know we set the play I really wished I could’ve stayed after.
Kick pushing like I’m Lupe’
two way
D’Usse’ Siete
all of this white Labor Day should’ve been my due-date
Try not to wait until it’s too late
Touché
but it go 2ways
All in my mix don’t know the flavor of the Kool-Aid
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