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early worms get birds - nicholas craven & boldy james lyrics

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[intro: boldy james]
where we at?
yeah
watelse

[verse 1: boldy james]
the pop catcher; turn that a1 yola into block letters
sky*dweller; all my hoes redbone or they high yella
lookin’ for my gun; it’s on the sink, right where i left it
every promise i was ‘posed to keep, my n*gga, i kept it
five*seven tucked in my amiris while i’m pyrexin’
hi*techin’; stompin’ with the k!llers and the high*steppers
i7 parked in front the spig’, somethin like tethеr
broke it down in all big, half a brick of brock lesnar
sanford & son, sellin’ junkyard dog to my aunt esthеr
addams family, i can’t sell y’all uncle if it’s not fester
long live my n*gga mach, gotta still apply pressure
half a man slash half amazing, i’ma die a legend
plain*jane yachty, got all the watches with the right settings
kept it traditional, the cakes whiter than a nice wedding
my anniversary edition look good while i’m side bettin’
my wrist like i’m jet skiin’, but my neck look like i’m ice sleddin’

[chorus: boldy james]
ground that n*gga like punishment
let ’em know it’s a new ferris wheel around and a bunch of sticks
pop*tart a n*gga, switchin’ teams would be jumpin’ ship
stock market magazine, aftermarket hunnid clip
clown*ass n*ggas know we run this b*tch
let ’em know that it’s a new pharaoh with the crown from the oven mitt
ground that n*gga like punishment
let ’em know it’s a new sheriff in the town and he runnin’ sh*t
[verse 2: double dee]
we shot back out the llama
sellin’ designer drugs; now everything designer
hook up in thirty minutes, knowing i don’t need a timer
been thinkin’ ’bout packin’ it up, shootin’ to carolina
somebody call rocky, tell him we can share rihanna
i’m kobe on that road, these n*ggas harold miner
been makin’ motion pictures ever since the mericana
a quarter mil’ in prose, three keys of hero*juana
early bird, big shirley just spent a pair of pradas
thinkin’ ’bout a brick of girly every time i hear madonna
properly greeted every time i’m seated at the diner
if i ain’t on van dyk*, then i’m prob’ly somewhere on conner
can hear my mama now, always need a couple dollars
legally colorblind, really all i see is commas
cook it up right in front of you, somethin’ like benihana’s
f*ck do that got to do with the price of tea in china?

[chorus: boldy james]
ground that n*gga like punishment
let ’em know it’s a new ferris wheel around and a bunch of sticks
pop*tart a n*gga, switchin’ teams would be jumpin’ ship
stock market magazine, aftermarket hunnid clip
clown*ass n*ggas know we run this b*tch
let ’em know that it’s a new pharaoh with the crown from the oven mitt
ground that n*gga like punishment
let ’em know it’s a new sheriff in the town and he run this sh*t

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