Boldy James

Boldy James - Michigan U's lyrics

rate me

Bout to jump in to the shooter

Hit the E right ‘fore I turn around

Word around town Fly and Boldy got that work around

Straight down, I75 bout to burn it down, the German town

X and kush if it’s any trouble

Bring that shit back

Michigan

Stand the fuck up

Bout to jump in to the shooter

Hit the E right ‘fore I turn around

Word around town Fly and Boldy got that work around

Straight down, I75 bout to burn it down, the German town

X and kush if it’s any trouble

Next day I’m in the net, 2000 on my lap

Ten bottles and drink, 10 010, you do the math

Look, homie, I spazz, bust a couple of bats

This stripper bitch looking bad, now I just fucked up my cash

But it’s back up to the road, down I94

Look to my guy in the shop, he’s working straight for the bow

Look like a rookie for drink, sound like that E in exchange

Back in ’10 I was flat, and I’m letting them bang

We still running down strips, play some scripts for the blow

Taking turn around trips, blessed Michigan U

With them 30 round clips and them 30 yard twist

We keep yelling past bricks at them half bulls

Little tears the bull, we call that rhythm and blues

My niggas in the pit selling half a spoon

We still running down strips, play some scripts for the blow

Taking turn around trips, blessed Michigan U

I clip things while I shit link

Fuck the trip when I was 16, my soda dirty, my teeth clean

And I talk dirties with them bitch

We broke, had them rich dream, now rich, had them poor nightmares

Why you live your whole life scared? I cash in on the white strips

I’mma head here to a waste here just to watch them what the trip been

Rock up get a set of keys, cut, cook and collect the cheese

With the top up on them 17s you can cut one by you 17

Stretch arm strong for them extra Gs, got ice on me and my bitch is here

When the lights off my bezel bling said Jesus died for my sins

And my cross, I’mma let it hang, pipe down and my second Gs

Strapped tight, I wouldn’t try to ball with you, I’ll let it be

‘Cause that life, I’m brought about it, like Soul Slim and Master P

From the Cali oak to the … third war to the 17

We called in with the magazines, get 30’s of by the 17

They shot us real, I’m selling V, got Molly on and a lot of E

Chopper world, we build them clips to the top, we don’t let ‘em sink

We still running down strips, play some scripts for the blow

Taking turn around trips, blessed Michigan U

With them 30 round clips and them 30 yard twist

We keep yelling past bricks at them half bulls

Little tears the bull, we call that rhythm and blues

My niggas in the pit selling half a spoon

We still running down strips, play some scripts for the blow

Taking turn around trips, blessed Michigan U

Chop start with your shit short, no farewell, well fist fought

Pay 30 grand for that wrist talk

My plug on the speed bricks, I don’t fuck with no snitch

Under no circumstance

No copping bands from your fucking head

I go low dough in them fucking heads

I pay for with the OT and they ocho, not this fucking brick

Get doubled up and I turn around then I must admit

That I’ll fuck you bare, you celebrating, we count the dough

Talk soft and it’s popping off, I’m the west V with them sandy bars

On K route with them oxytocin

Molly boys and we getting it, pussy niggas, take the picture if you missed it

I can front you, that fish scale in me interests

If you interested, that boy and girl related, it’s incest if you end it up

You mention that them goons niggas will tend to that

Them people taking pics but I ain’t talking no end in that

No, the motion picture … but I ain’t talking no Cinemax

My lil’ homie moved pills there, he said it’s hot but we still there

I’m OT so motherfucking much, I bought a crib there off pills revenue

We still running down strips, play some scripts for the blow

Taking turn around trips, blessed Michigan U

With them 30 round clips and them 30 yard twist

We keep yelling past bricks at them half bulls

Little tears the bull, we call that rhythm and blues

My niggas in the pit selling half a spoon

We still running down strips, play some scripts for the blow

Taking turn around trips, blessed Michigan U

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