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Boldy James - l.S.D.A.M.L Lyrics




[ Featuring whothehelliscarlo ]

(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
What up, Redly? (What up, Redly?)
Where we at? (Where we at?)
Don't need no introduction to this shit (Mr. Jackson)
Not at all
Redly
I been talkin' my shit (let's get it)

Double parked the V, front of the fire hydrant
Like a dog in heat, talk is cheap, damn near under indictment
For that Boston tea, stash house across the street
We got that bullfrog, yeah, so if you feelin' froggish
Leap the work wider than Dawson's Creek
Built my line up, got the Clio hooked, my fin can take a three
Used to chase my custies up the block, now this shit chasin' me
Can't believe everything I hear, but I'ma have to
I'm a natural, I can disappear this shit without no hassle
Touch the ticket master, I ain't talkin' 'bout no raffle
Put that money on your lid and catch your hat without the tassel
Skylook like it's rainin' pills
On the for life side, we slimier than baby drill
Line you like I'm hangin' nails
I been grindin' since a G, I was skippin' makin' sales
Tryna cup up on the split, now my bitch thick as Kate Michelle
I kept this shit way too real, my new XD stainless steel
So dope, all my life is Mr. ISD, AML

What else? All this gamin' ain't for sale
What's priceless, I keep for myself
Never left a paper trail, so it ain't no case to build
If it ain't no safe to feel
Feds comin' with ten on the cop, know I'ma take the deal
What else? All this gamin' ain't for sale
Before I ask for help, I'ma hike up my jeans and my belt
Put in pain by myself, ain't got no major deal
Gave 'em the game, but what's priceless, I keep for myself

What else? All this gamin' ain't for sale
What's priceless, I keep for myself
Never left a paper trail, so it ain't no case to build
If it ain't no safe to feel
Feds comin' with ten on the cop, know I'ma take the deal
What else? All this gamin' ain't for sale
Before I ask for help, I'ma hike up my jeans and my belt
Put in pain by myself, ain't got no major deal
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(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
What up, Redly? (What up, Redly?)
Where we at? (Where we at?)
Don't need no introduction to this shit (Mr. Jackson)
Not at all
Redly
I been talkin' my shit (let's get it)

Double parked the V, front of the fire hydrant
Like a dog in heat, talk is cheap, damn near under indictment
For that Boston tea, stash house across the street
We got that bullfrog, yeah, so if you feelin' froggish
Leap the work wider than Dawson's Creek
Built my line up, got the Clio hooked, my fin can take a three
Used to chase my custies up the block, now this shit chasin' me
Can't believe everything I hear, but I'ma have to
I'm a natural, I can disappear this shit without no hassle
Touch the ticket master, I ain't talkin' 'bout no raffle
Put that money on your lid and catch your hat without the tassel
Skylook like it's rainin' pills
On the for life side, we slimier than baby drill
Line you like I'm hangin' nails
I been grindin' since a G, I was skippin' makin' sales
Tryna cup up on the split, now my bitch thick as Kate Michelle
I kept this shit way too real, my new XD stainless steel
So dope, all my life is Mr. ISD, AML

What else? All this gamin' ain't for sale
What's priceless, I keep for myself
Never left a paper trail, so it ain't no case to build
If it ain't no safe to feel
Feds comin' with ten on the cop, know I'ma take the deal
What else? All this gamin' ain't for sale
Before I ask for help, I'ma hike up my jeans and my belt
Put in pain by myself, ain't got no major deal
Gave 'em the game, but what's priceless, I keep for myself

What else? All this gamin' ain't for sale
What's priceless, I keep for myself
Never left a paper trail, so it ain't no case to build
If it ain't no safe to feel
Feds comin' with ten on the cop, know I'ma take the deal
What else? All this gamin' ain't for sale
Before I ask for help, I'ma hike up my jeans and my belt
Put in pain by myself, ain't got no major deal
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Writer: Carlo Anthony, James Clay Jones IIl
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management

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