Boldy James, Real Bad Man - Real Bad Boldy lyrics

[Boldy James, Real Bad Man - Real Bad Boldy lyrics]

Where we at? Shit, Real Bad Man
Bo Jack let's get it

One's for the money, two's for the show
Three for the foreign with them
Blues for the low third time was the charm
Hit 'em two in a row one love to my niggas
Chuck a deuce for my bros
Second time around, only a few niggas know
Shot him three times
Either you a friend or a foe
Three strikes and you out
Pour a deuce in a one-liter Sprite
Two stouts, three fours of the juice
Droppin' trays in the two-liter
One deep in the two-sеater
Countin' up pros in the coupe
Answеr on the third ring
You second in line, I'm first string
Fightin' two counts of first
Degree murder at thirteen (Thirteen)


Shootouts is similar to a two-drink minimum
My nigga Tre Pounds sendin' double shots
Still that same one nigga posted
Love to hug the block
Tryna double up on Sixth and Hubble
Hit a triple double (Triple double)

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