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Boldy James - Ky Jellybeans Lyrics



Boldy James - Ky Jellybeans Lyrics




[ Featuring The Alchemist ]

My first chemistry set, 'Chemist
It's like the cheat code to success 227
Game time mafia, what else?

All men alone, it's killer season
Hate it or love it or
Feel free to feel inbeetween
The f*ck it, more rosé buckets
When you see me in the street, nigga
Don't say nothing to me
Height 6'3, weight 165
But little old me got 'em tucking jewelry
Bitch nigga front on me, Im'a pop his cherry
Straight OG, I don't f*ck with
Smoking weed with my dirty hair
Sitting on the front seat, dipping up the
Running from the police got me in a hurry
Ducking officer Mahoney and Tackleberry
In my white royal blue, and platinum
Big ballin' with my homies, Michael Curry
04, 03, took girlie OT and
She was only seventeen, statutory

Big city boys, rape a small town
Bout to break it all down, time ti get busy
Im'a get on you in a
Minute when you finish hittin'
As soon as you done, my nigga, get with it
(get on) it's game time, get this money
Bunch of sharks in a small
Pond full of gutters
Big dogs in a kennel full of pound puddles
F*cking with them skittles down in Kentucky

Do I flood, front 'em to
Poppy, cop from blackie, or cut out Sporo?
Should I pull out the Audi
The or the 4 door?
Should I do the polo, or naughty the Nike?
The full blown Rolo, the or the brightie
Playing water polo, but keep the kitchen tidy
Screaming Marcus Polo, f*cking with the wifey
Got me screaming YOLO, wit yo sexy body
Tryna sneak in my 44, while they checking ID
Got bitches taking photos, while I'm in VIP
Ten bottles of Rose Moet
Waitress bring me my drink
Poppin ace of spades, I'm the king of the D
Black jack, no take backs
Face called read him and
Turned out double gin, rum and Remy Mi
It's game time, get this money, MAP
227, Concreatures with Alchemistry ('Chemist)
First infantry, down in KY with Jellybeans
(let's get it)
Serving them fiends, that lady Eloise
In the jelly selling blues for the 23
Getting this dope money, f*ck that petty weed

Big city boys, rape a small town
Bout to break it all down, time ti get busy
Im'a get on you in a
Minute when you finish hittin'
As soon as you done, my nigga, get with it
(get on) it's game time, get this money
Bunch of sharks in a small
Pond full of gutters
Big dogs in a kennel full of pound puddles
F*cking with them skittles down in Kentucky
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My first chemistry set, 'Chemist
It's like the cheat code to success 227
Game time mafia, what else?

All men alone, it's killer season
Hate it or love it or
Feel free to feel inbeetween
The f*ck it, more rosé buckets
When you see me in the street, nigga
Don't say nothing to me
Height 6'3, weight 165
But little old me got 'em tucking jewelry
Bitch nigga front on me, Im'a pop his cherry
Straight OG, I don't f*ck with
Smoking weed with my dirty hair
Sitting on the front seat, dipping up the
Running from the police got me in a hurry
Ducking officer Mahoney and Tackleberry
In my white royal blue, and platinum
Big ballin' with my homies, Michael Curry
04, 03, took girlie OT and
She was only seventeen, statutory

Big city boys, rape a small town
Bout to break it all down, time ti get busy
Im'a get on you in a
Minute when you finish hittin'
As soon as you done, my nigga, get with it
(get on) it's game time, get this money
Bunch of sharks in a small
Pond full of gutters
Big dogs in a kennel full of pound puddles
F*cking with them skittles down in Kentucky

Do I flood, front 'em to
Poppy, cop from blackie, or cut out Sporo?
Should I pull out the Audi
The or the 4 door?
Should I do the polo, or naughty the Nike?
The full blown Rolo, the or the brightie
Playing water polo, but keep the kitchen tidy
Screaming Marcus Polo, f*cking with the wifey
Got me screaming YOLO, wit yo sexy body
Tryna sneak in my 44, while they checking ID
Got bitches taking photos, while I'm in VIP
Ten bottles of Rose Moet
Waitress bring me my drink
Poppin ace of spades, I'm the king of the D
Black jack, no take backs
Face called read him and
Turned out double gin, rum and Remy Mi
It's game time, get this money, MAP
227, Concreatures with Alchemistry ('Chemist)
First infantry, down in KY with Jellybeans
(let's get it)
Serving them fiends, that lady Eloise
In the jelly selling blues for the 23
Getting this dope money, f*ck that petty weed

Big city boys, rape a small town
Bout to break it all down, time ti get busy
Im'a get on you in a
Minute when you finish hittin'
As soon as you done, my nigga, get with it
(get on) it's game time, get this money
Bunch of sharks in a small
Pond full of gutters
Big dogs in a kennel full of pound puddles
F*cking with them skittles down in Kentucky
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Writer: Alan Maman, James Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Royalty Network

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Performed By: Boldy James
Featuring: The Alchemist
Language: English
Written by: Alan Maman, James Jones

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