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5 mississippi - boldy james & real bad man lyrics

[intro]
hahahahaha
where we at?
jackson, lax
blockworks, let’s get it

[verse 1]
sliding with a fifty, van dykin’ with my sissy
sippin’ dirty sprite, pouring out the pint until i’m p*ssy
count to five mississippi, .30 parkin’, i’m outside with a stiffy
sh*t, i might just go live with a bricky
me and five in that bentley with matching master pieces
got me plottin’ on the richy, number five come with a fifty
know these n*ggas wanna rob me, wanna stick me
mad at me ’cause all their b*tches wanna slop me, wanna l!ck me
that’ll be the day
we hand out expiration dates, i hate it had to be that way
but be it as it may, you know it had to happen either way
demon child, lot of bad habits and some evil traits
mini*drac, fully*automatic, let it eat his face
[chorus]
them n*ggas’ hoods you hiding in you thought was safe?
you tell ’em everything else, why you ain’t tell ’em that you caught a case?
wish you’d seen the look in his eyes when he saw my face
knowing that i know what’s going on, that’s what you call a snake
i gotta thank god for keep cuttin’ me all these breaks
on my last strike, ain’t even got another law to break
heard they caught him with the bag and he talked to jake
now all these n*ggas get mad, wanna fight, should’ve fought his case

[verse 2]
these n*ggas super flawed
me and dd moved the raw, got titi sniffing through a straw
jackie bangin’ needles, uncle eddie, he was smackin’ glass
but he smoking proper, he so shy that he can’t catch a drag
half a slab, bleed a n*gga block just like a maxi pad
action packed, brodie cut sh*t down just like a battle axe
n*gga drop my name, he gettin’ mowed, run and title that
caught two bricks of cocaine, three bricks of blow, that’s a travel pack
used to work the grave shift, boiling mayonnaise on me
all these band*aids on me, that’s a first*aid kit
n*ggas know we purge and we grave dig
parking them sixes in a row like a class of first grade kids

[chorus]
them n*ggas’ hoods you hiding in you thought was safe?
you tell ’em everything else, why you ain’t tell ’em that you caught a case?
wish you’d seen the look in his eyes when he saw my face
knowing that i know what’s going on, that’s what you call a snake
i gotta thank god for keep cuttin’ me all these breaks
on my last strike, ain’t even got another law to break
heard they caught him with the bag and he talked to jake
now all these n*ggas get mad, wanna fight, should’ve fought his case
[outro]
hahahahaha

- boldy james real bad man lyrics

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