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split the bill - boldy james & v don lyrics

[intro: boldy james]
it’s action jackson, p*ssy n*gga, you ain’t ’bout nothin’
227, we the mafia, where we at?
i ain’t spin back or do sh*t when his mans got chipped

[verse 1: boldy james]
dirt diver, quick to pull a stain on a bumbaclot
hundred*shot chopper fully bang for the juggernauts (send this b*tch up)
come and shop with us, we got whatever n*ggas looking for (come get it)
hundred eighty racks i made from scratch just like some cookie dough (chocky)
i ain’t really into all the gossip, n*ggas chatty patties (i’m ain’t)
while i’m in the spig, gift*wrappin’ up them krabby patties (whipping)
patent leather off*whites with the infrared arrow
off*white bricks, all my l!cks look like will ferrell (yеah)
soul*sn*tchin’, dirty pole with the laser (brrt)
it’s bo jackson, i ain’t talkin’ thirty*four for thе raiders (jack god)
posted on the barrio, serving blow in the scr*per
i scr*pe the bowl and beat the pot, turn a four to an eighter (them extras)
welcome to the murder show, from third coast to granada (the world)
the front row full of b*tches, the third row full of haters (i’m in fourth row)
double*mags on them switches, when we purge, it get fatal (grrt)
‘ll put the mask on them n*ggas like we serving potatoes (gang sh*t)

[chorus: boldy james]
i’m from h*llblock, where n*ggas get shot just for lookin’ at me (yeah)
mean*muggin’, ain’t n0body smiling, but they trigger*happy
gotta keep at least twelve rounds in your strigadil
where if the opps don’t down you, your own n*ggas will (you know it’s on)
all of that front sh*t is punk sh*t, don’t make me spin the drill (yeah)
load up my drumstick and show you how i really feel (how i’m really coming)
hands*on with it, frontlinin’, really in the field (uh*huh)
bro got a dime, i got a dime, now we can split the bill
[verse 2: boldy james]
honey badger, ladder on me pokin’ while i’m stuck in traffic (yeah)
standing on my stance, off the vert’, bet i can dunk a basket (jamming)
allergic to metal, i keep bumpin’ up with rashes (uh*huh)
blue steel on me, stuck to me, look like a f*ckin’ magnet (steel plate in my hip)
reminiscing, made a play for five kilo
cuddy chipping n*ggas, left ’em flamin’ hot cheetos (grrt)
habanero pepper boy, that’s fuego (hot boy)
stair*steppin’, turn the 504 into a lego (one time)
sliding trackies and them straights, no laredos (skrrt)
fair catch ’em, get ’em gone quick, hasta luego (touch back)
he tried to tax me on the low, i had to rob him
that ice pack got me dozing while i’m nodding (yeah)
waking up the dead, it ain’t no playin’ possum (at all)
big creature, different ‘tween a ghoul and a goblin (the loch ness)
it’s 227 50 guap, we steady mobbing (yeah)
if we ain’t gang, i can’t shoot you no fade, it ain’t no squabbling

[chorus: boldy james]
i’m from h*llblock, where n*ggas get shot just for lookin’ at me (6*4)
mean*muggin’, ain’t n0body smiling, but they trigger*happy
gotta keep at least twelve rounds in your strigadil (ready to blow)
where if the opps don’t down you, your own n*ggas will (your own rounds)
all of that front sh*t is punk sh*t, don’t make me spin a drill (yeah)
load up my drumstick and show you how i really feel (how i’m really coming)
hands*on with it, frontlinin’, really in the field (i need some cleats)
bro got a dime, i got a dime, now we can split the bill
[outro: boldy james]
in these streets
yeah
two*way, duecé, sieté
big jefe
boldy blocks

- boldy james v don lyrics

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