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pressin' my bunk - boldy james & harry fraud lyrics

[intro]
(la música de harry fraud)

[verse 1]
scar tissue, what was left from that ar pistol
sunflower seeds everywhere, look like a shark bit you (grrt)
[?] with the tool, keep a power drill (it’s a drill)
i feel like meechie, cookin’ up in a pair of forms (free the guys)
gucci adidas with the creatures, tryna bear the storm (227)
same lil’ moochie off of belvidere and warren (eastside)
i drop a nickel, they gon’ smack you by end of the week (where you at?)
another dimed, he ain’t gon’ get to live to see the morning (not at all)
n*ggas out here holdin’ on by the skin of their t**th
while i’m at the table hookin’ up, settin’ dinner for three
all of these starships and rockets, feel like outer sp*ce (yeah)
foreigns double*parked all on your block, sh*t look out of place
before the clock struck noon, i ran up a bankie
twistin’ up a sixty*two, wrist h*lla janky (skrrt, skrrt)
caught a flight on grand river, had to call perky
in the spig with my k!llers and we all scurry

[chorus]
this new sh*t’ll make your toes curl
brick of him and her, know we got the best of both worlds (yeah)
movie clip reels, ghetto steven spielberg (uh*huh)
curbside service, tell ’em, “pull up to the self*serve” (pull up)
good dope sell itself on them trail ways (a1)
murder*for*hire, had to pick me up a sk!ll tray
did what i had to do to get the bills paid (where we at?)
pressin’ my bunk, daydreamin’ ’bout the big stage
[verse 2]
this sh*t was all a blur
it get so cold in the d, i went and bought a fur (too chilly)
highbridge to [?], i got ghetto love
for sellin’ drugs, n*ggas made it do what it do
unless you talkin’ codeine, don’t do medicinal
nine zips on the scale, that’s a two*fifty*two (a quarter brickie)
cash and carry, i can never do munic*p*l (nah)
fresh up out that [?] cl!ck, i’m the new mystikal (stay dangerous)
still’ll rape a n*gga village like i came to pillage
still’ll take a n*gga face he don’t pay his ticket (real k!ller)
hands*on with the bag, know i’m tray*pecific (hands*on)
exchangin’ cash for goods and ancient artifacts (where we at?)
had a chrome heart attack, went in a cartier (jack god)
sold him a fistful of beans, that’s a party pack
don’t get me started, drop a fifty on your starter cap (uh)
started with a fifty, now the bag big as pharma jack

- boldy james harry fraud lyrics

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