Boldy James - 32 Bars Freestyle lyrics
[Boldy James - 32 Bars Freestyle lyrics]
Where we at with it? Blockworks
Detroit Live 32 bars
Let's get it
All these niggas square dancing and
They bitches just some lamertons
It ain't really shit to catch you dangling
Turn that choke chain to a noose
Got him strangling last time was blue
But we heard they popped your chain again
Turned that shooter to a coupe
Now I'm in that 'cedes-Benz
Off the scooter and a few
Vibing with your lady-friend
Shot my bloopers out to Gary
Home of Gangster Gibbs
Fiend came short on eighty beans
Had to break his ribs
To late to turn back now
A nigga can't rеnege
Your bitch ain't evеn bad enough for
Me to take a lift
Remember facing murder one
They couldn't trace the strig
Feeling like a nigga jig was up
But Dutchie ate the bid
I heard him tell his life story
I been raising kids
Reason they don't feel Boldy's cause
They can't relate to his
I pulled up with a five-forty
To your favorite spig
Two-fifty-two on my scaley
We be shakin' pigs quiet night, ancient riz
I ride with dracs and cigs
I ain't forget about that shit
Some beef you can't forgive
Been fighting demons in my sleep
So I been taking meds
Can't find no purple for the cheap
So I been drinking red
On my cold plate cutting corners
With the razors edge
I put my foot in all the
Work they tryna take the cred'
I crack that white over the
Eyelid like I'm breaking eggs
They'll never catch me in the spot
Or 'round no fake celebs
Them niggas ain't breaking bread
Must be faking dead
Loco say that he want all the Percs
I bought an eighth of reg'
Sold a half a mil' of yankee
Caught a play with Quebs
Hood hella scurvy so the 'burbs
Where I lay my head
Keep a wood and a thirty for the special ed'
Double bunk casket we'll help a
Nigga make his bed
Third page, daily news, what the paper read?
Shit that could happen to niggas
Who cooperate with FEDs
Detroit Live 32 bars
Let's get it
All these niggas square dancing and
They bitches just some lamertons
It ain't really shit to catch you dangling
Turn that choke chain to a noose
Got him strangling last time was blue
But we heard they popped your chain again
Turned that shooter to a coupe
Now I'm in that 'cedes-Benz
Off the scooter and a few
Vibing with your lady-friend
Shot my bloopers out to Gary
Home of Gangster Gibbs
Fiend came short on eighty beans
Had to break his ribs
To late to turn back now
A nigga can't rеnege
Your bitch ain't evеn bad enough for
Me to take a lift
Remember facing murder one
They couldn't trace the strig
Feeling like a nigga jig was up
But Dutchie ate the bid
I heard him tell his life story
I been raising kids
Reason they don't feel Boldy's cause
They can't relate to his
I pulled up with a five-forty
To your favorite spig
Two-fifty-two on my scaley
We be shakin' pigs quiet night, ancient riz
I ride with dracs and cigs
I ain't forget about that shit
Some beef you can't forgive
Been fighting demons in my sleep
So I been taking meds
Can't find no purple for the cheap
So I been drinking red
On my cold plate cutting corners
With the razors edge
I put my foot in all the
Work they tryna take the cred'
I crack that white over the
Eyelid like I'm breaking eggs
They'll never catch me in the spot
Or 'round no fake celebs
Them niggas ain't breaking bread
Must be faking dead
Loco say that he want all the Percs
I bought an eighth of reg'
Sold a half a mil' of yankee
Caught a play with Quebs
Hood hella scurvy so the 'burbs
Where I lay my head
Keep a wood and a thirty for the special ed'
Double bunk casket we'll help a
Nigga make his bed
Third page, daily news, what the paper read?
Shit that could happen to niggas
Who cooperate with FEDs