Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song BOLD, artist - BOLDY JAMES. Album song My 1st Chemistry Set, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.10.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mass Appeal
Song language: English
BOLD |
It’s Concreatures |
Boldy Blocks |
Brave and courageous in Detroit, Michigan |
His grades is abrasions and 8ball hemorages |
Straight shell cases, ARs, Remingtons |
Spray fields and gages tear apart ligaments |
Separatin' them gang starrs from gentlemen |
Redecoratin' paint jobs and interior |
It’s serious, put the pipin' on this leather seat |
Let his mirror tints spider web in this V |
Taco meat on your driver seat, split your lima bean |
The four pound lama beamin' down him and gut him clean |
When they visit him in trauma, full-body sling |
His baby mama and his mama hollering, screaming |
«My baby never hurt nobody why that fucking heathen |
Boldy shoot him down, them bullets bothering his breathing» |
Now every time that it rains he thinks about that evening |
For heartache and pain, killers blame Concreatures |
Bold |
My trigger finger is itchy scratchy |
Right, my middle finger it grip that maggy |
Tight, my ring fingers embrace my gun |
Yikes, and my pinky fingers anchor my thumbs |
Strike, the thumb on my other hand click the hammer |
Yup, my left index is ambidextrous |
Left fuck you finger the reason I squoze |
Put them gloves on, I’ll teach you the meaning of Bold |
I ain’t superstitious but somethin' is fishy |
I keep havin' dreams them officials comin' to get me |
At night I can’t sleep, keep switchin' to where my chips be |
Cause they’ll break the bank, take it all, leave you on empty |
Can’t make a call, they tap all into your frequencies |
Invade your privacy, put The Wire on your team |
Can you survive the heat, indictment sheets or affidavits |
Or make a statement, ratting for an occupation |
Cracking under the pressure, you less than a man |
Banned from the street, your best friend in the fed |
Pen out of ink from all the shit you wrote and writ |
In the pens out them clinks talkin' like you on a writ |
Ain’t that a bitch, you done snitched |
Got your partner a bid, take a cop twenty years |
Still do about ten, none of his men said a word |
Stayed true to the end, because he sang like a bird |
They doing Jupiter years |
Bold |