Boldy James

Boldy James - What Else lyrics

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I ain’t feelin you nigga, but I’m kind of feelin’ your bitch

.. you nigga, but I’m kind of feelin’ your bitch

Hook:

Range new, James true, i risk it, watch too,

Range new, James true, i risk it, watch too,

Range new, James true, i risk it, watch too,

Range new, James true, i risk it, watch too,

Range new, James true, i risk it, watch too,

Range new, James true, i risk it, watch too,

Yeah niggas watch me like fox 2,

I’m steady motion and get you pop cool.

Yeah, I ain’t feelin you nigga, but I’m kind of feelin’ your bitch, mafia

I ain’t feeling you nigga, but I’m kind of feeling your bitch, whatever

I ain’t feeling you nigga, but I’m kind of feeling your bitch, let’s get it

I ain’t feeling you nigga, but I’m kind of feeling your bitch.

Made em all now I’m all hill, I will shape the oceans while I sold pills,

With this dog deal, we ain’t palms, when they ready to start I was on real

When they ready to start I was unreal,

Making dope here is giving on crib,

Wing it down on my motive

Lean em hard is a blow here,

Had a really car give it slow here

Talking and cursing .. had the other purples, now we unreal

Sipping sir poppin any boss, taking out of rush, been the gold wind

I’m a cold Dean cowboy serving cold .. and white boys that cocaine,

Truck is .. don’t spoke ...

Concrete just search shit, just don’t chain

The crib I cope in round the chest

And then the way out the poor way,

Started out with this voice .. I’ll cut the work with the..

Pants saggin’ been dancing, selling gram sacking ain’t sort of ..

..traffic .. cake standing, screen poppin and shit slugging,

And got the big choppin with the poor thing now that’s he’s problem,

Shoes in my .. told em meet me up at the wall grim,

Gave me three for the poor thing

And he came back and brought morphine.

[Hook:]

My new bitches exclusive gain my ex hoe to duices

Now my guest room I use it, but my retro abuses

Cold closet full of bone poset, .. in use

I live fast, get cash, but I sip slow when I’m juicing

My bread low with my Cuban work for expo and confusion

On my neck she’s cooling, roll the deck switchin movin

Bust the blue scritch for the true fiz,

Range Rover in that new Benz,

New crib with the new thing, red nose and blue ..

Diamond through checks running through slips,

Summer set in his roof crib, bitch jump through the top

Where used to be a sun roof it,

That’s easy come, easy go, easy dozen I’m roothless,

No bone thugs got my own drugs, and niggas know i ain’t broozin’

On the play ground I was joking, if I pull it out then i’m shooting

With that trade palm, no hooping, In the H time no Houston

Got to pick up took a big loss, had to break it down and recoop it

No my benz, no white flags, no pitch triddies and no true

Hook:

Range new, James true, i risk it, watch too,

Range new, James true, i risk it, watch too,

Range new, James true, i risk it, watch too,

Range new, James true, i risk it, watch too,

Range new, James true, i risk it, watch too,

Range new, James true, i risk it, watch too,

Yeah niggas watch me like fox 2,

I’m steady motion and get you pop cool.

Yeah, I ain’t feelin you nigga, but I’m kind of feelin’ your bitch, mafia

I ain’t feeling you nigga, but I’m kind of feeling your bitch, whatever

I ain’t feeling you nigga, but I’m kind of feeling your bitch, let’s get it

I ain’t feeling you nigga, but I’m kind of feeling your bitch.

I hit the p**sy so outcold now told the hoe to get out more,

Two bitches talking that out door when I’m getting up of this high droll

My eyes too skils is pop dough, i got six bros of my time hoe,

Hell yeah, I’m up in the shorty, i bend it over I’m in the shorty

I was a young nigga under thirty though

Put in my head i’m stacking forty

F*cking i’m getting them birdied for

I hope they talking under thirty

I was bad late was getting money slowly

Got money .. got hoe sales,

And drop it to my hotel, at Ak’s my own bell

Can’t play a nigga for the bitch type

On his white right here is the finish type

Her H ..it was day time, them hoes is gone by midnight

My coop clean and my wrist bright,

My pocket all and my bitch type,

My life good deposing, and who we all long,

So let’s ride i, man

[Hook:]

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