Boldy James - Extra Grams lyrics

rate me

Jammin’ 30 in the morning, let’s go!

Get that bitch!

Y’all niggers don’t realize man

Yes I kick my connect then I get hit with a bat

Wanna burst through the...then he’d do the less

When I slurp you got this and a bitchy dollar

And I work to be the best fucking shit I ever did

Way the work wise with

Way the work wise with

Way the work wise with

Great deals, great deals

Way the work wise with

Way the work wise with

Way the work wise with

Just to get an extra gram

It’s game time I fear I’m doubled up

AKA break a brick down in the double team

Why your hoe roll up my weed

We sipping bubble here

He grill and mugging

Cause his bitch in love with me

Why wouldn’t you I will love my fee

Just look at you and take a look at me

Then tell me what you see, what would you do

If you was touching jeans like double do

Double with two Ds

Fuck with me double with belt buckle and Lou V

It’s too in my crooked jeans

Are they rivaling for a thousand

This is proof for thought you niggers do the dishes

I ain’t superstitious but I’m too religious

And everything that I got I got from moving digits

In the project and smoking with them killers

Be the power recognize double vision

Yes I kick my connect then I get hit with a bat

Wanna burst through the...then he’d do the less

When I slurp you got this and a bitchy dollar

And I work to be the best fucking shit I ever did

Way the work wise with

Way the work wise with

Way the work wise with

Great deals, great deals

Way the work wise with

Way the work wise with

Way the work wise with

Just to get an extra gram

It’s game time my fee are we so Mafioso

When he ain’t got the things I give him the Papi Chulo

The 2-4 free my nigger lot broke

The only boss you ever knew

And he was rocking Hugo

Like I was copping two Os v15 dollars a gram

Never mix business with pleasure

Only copping for fam

Running to the bad I’m the monopoly man

Put out too much kid, had to cop me some lip

Bought me a whole block, thousand and 8 grams

Still over the stove skied over and passing...

He ain’t look out subtending

And pass the window and watch for feds

I was down to my last but now I got the feds

Mafia, what else? I was the paying model

Drinking away the pain with champagne bottles

What kind of creatures can they be that they can’t paint a problem

Big money ain’t a problem

Yes I kick my connect then I get hit with a bat

Wanna burst through the...then he’d do the less

When I slurp you got this and a bitchy dollar

And I work to be the best fucking shit I ever did

Way the work wise with

Way the work wise with

Way the work wise with

Great deals, great deals

Way the work wise with

Way the work wise with

Way the work wise with

Just to get an extra gram

Thank god the bank came

Bitch you know it’s game time

Wanna se a real nigger get it, watch the damn line

Whole drink, whole hood

Diddy bought for what I got

Niggers say I heard about you peach and I was in that block

I was on but you know I’m still on that paying check

Bitch making money nigger, money got a dull taste

Big man deal and I get it dope boy

Kids standing straight block

I can get you for this on

Bars round the wait

Ten beds I got my tennis on

Molly went 10-15 ...get on money

Turn around tripping ain’t; no way to get your money nigger

Imam sit it all o0ut

We gonna make the love city

Nigger we the mafia

Keep a lot of cops on us

Money ain’t a problem...

Yes I kick my connect then I get hit with a bat

Wanna burst through the...then he’d do the less

When I slurp you got this and a bitchy dollar

And I work to be the best fucking shit I ever did

Way the work wise with

Way the work wise with

Way the work wise with

Great deals, great deals

Way the work wise with

Way the work wise with

Way the work wise with

Just to get an extra gram