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held me down - boldy james lyrics

[intro]
where we at?
let’s get it

[verse 1]
on h*ll block, playin’ hot potato
in the kitchen, tryna re*rock a bagel
it come to b*tches, you know i got a stable
my project b*tch ain’t got no cable or no washer/dryer
three, four kids, can’t cook a l!ck, but this hoe hot as fire
my other chick, she got some priors, family from the boonies
love my dirty fruit of the loomies, i love it when she moon me
ain’t talked to spoony in a minute, know we good money
hood love me, played the hand i was dealt, ain’t talkin’ gin rummy
my income be comin’ in sеven different ways
typе of n*gga married to the streets and never been engaged
sawed*off, pump, or twenty*gauge (front and center stage)
magazine hold a fifty*clip, don’t make me flip the page
been in them shootouts close*range, i been in them raids
been afraid to give a b*tch my all, ’cause i done been betrayed
i can recall bein’ broke, n*ggas sendin’ shade
i microwave that dope on sixty seconds, call it minute maid
ay

[chorus]
i can remember once or twice when n*ggas held me down
tapdancin’ on the work, thinkin’, “feet, don’t fail me now”
drug zonin’ from mcnichols back to seven mile
k!lled all my opps, so ain’t no differences to reconcile
[verse 2]
g7 [?] gd
skellin’ blow with deedee on the s.e.b
i popped my first barbie doll with gigi
plugged in from six mile and hoover street to greenleaf
bo j really be thuggin’ off of cooper street with riri
[?] in the trenches where the police kickin’ screens off the hinges
all the fiends bangin’ needles and syringes
down in pensacola with the sinaloa, sendin’ bricks of yola to dakota, you a silver spoon*fed ricky schroder
screamin’, “free my lil’ n*gga geo, he a pill*gritter”
rip my young n*gga [?], he was a real k!ller
slidin’ with the gl!ck through the slums, know they feel bitter
life’s a b*tch, she must got me sprung, ’cause i’m still with her
ay

[chorus]
i can remember once or twice when n*ggas held me down
tapdancin’ on the work, thinkin’, “feet, don’t fail me now”
drug zonin’ from mcnichols back to seven mile
k!lled all my opps, so ain’t no differences to reconcile
i can remember once or twice when n*ggas held me down
tapdancin’ on the work, thinkin’, “feet, don’t fail me now”
drug zonin’ from mcnichols back to seven mile
k!lled all my opps, so ain’t no differences to reconcile

- boldy james lyrics

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