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bring my niggas back - boldy james lyrics

[intro]

[chorus]
no matter what my n*ggas did, i had my n*ggas’ back
all of the sh*t a n*gga did, we had to live with that
i caught that case and did that [?], can’t be forgived for that
like what a n*gga wouldn’t give to have my n*ggas back
no matter what a n*gga did, they had a n*gga’s back
like if i slid, my n*gga slid, was quick to whip the strap
the type of n*gga never scared to pull that trigger back
like what a n*gga wouldn’t give to have my n*ggas back

[verse 1]
with my eyes closed, i can see my cousin ricky
white nike [?] cuffin’ up his d*ckies
when i light the weed i can see my cousin [?]
auntie robin living room bustin’ down another brick
when i pour the drink, i can see my brother [?]
on the phone driving with his knee cutting up the six
when i’m bagging up i can see my n*gga geno
in the trap with [?] thinkin’ ’bout my n*gga [?]
when i think of ray i think about that n*gga tino
my bro*bro robo had me tripping off that n*gga domo
and how young we was when they k!lled that johnny bravo
just talked to [?] r.i.p. my n*gga [?]
smirking [?] my evil grin
now every time we riding [?] me think of twin
[?] on the [?] selling three for tens
all of this pain bottled up, it’s hard to keep it in
[chorus]
no matter what my n*ggas did, i had my n*ggas’ back
all of the sh*t a n*gga did, we had to live with that
i caught that case and did that [?], can’t be forgived for that
like what a n*gga wouldn’t give to have my n*ggas back
no matter what a n*gga did, they had a n*gga’s back
like if i slid, my n*gga slid, was quick to whip the strap
the type of n*gga never scared to pull that trigger back
like what a n*gga wouldn’t give to have my n*ggas back

[verse 2]
what i think of my n*gga [?], that n*gga had about ten bodies
in the streets with my concreatures
got insomnia so i sip [?]
[?]
whole fam still kind of shook up ever since the death of my n*gga [?]
lost [?] to a stray bullet at a block party on the west side
r.i.p. to young [?] they just gave [?] another twenty*five
long live my n*gga [?]
freddie b and my n*gga markie
free that n*gga rico [?]
r.i.p. to my n*gga [?] stain like a [?] of bleach
[?] couldn’t wait to hit the creek
came home, didn’t even miss a beat
rest in peace to that n*gga [?], taught me how to drop the fish in the grease
[?] told me keep it in the streets
so if there’s any beef i ain’t sending tweets
used to mask up like it’s halloween
we was bag sn*tchin’, no trick*or*treat
think i’m playing, point it at his b*tch head
press the mag up to the n*gga’s cheeks
so i [?] the other day, told me [?] died, overdosed in his sleep
his funeral today, had me like “d*mn, it’s already been a week”
[chorus]
no matter what my n*ggas did, i had my n*ggas’ back
all of the sh*t a n*gga did, we had to live with that
i caught that case and did that [?], can’t be forgived for that
like what a n*gga wouldn’t give to have my n*ggas back
no matter what a n*gga did, they had a n*gga’s back
like if i slid, my n*gga slid, was quick to whip the strap
the type of n*gga never scared to pull that trigger back
like what a n*gga wouldn’t give to have my n*ggas back

[outro]
give to have my n*ggas back
give to have my n*ggas back
give to have my n*ggas back
give to have my n*ggas back

- boldy james lyrics

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