Testo Jacksonville - Boldy James
Testo della canzone Jacksonville (Boldy James), tratta dall'album Permanent Ink
Where we at?
It's the Jacksonville, what else?
227, let's get it
All this money I've been gettin' on the low, it's hard to downplay it
Baggin' round tops, heard a knock, it got my brow raising
Threw my count off, forgot I left bro at the hound station (oh, my bad)
Turned a fifty-piece to a hundred and one Dalmatians (smacking)
Town races, two-point-two pounds, we be pound-caking (where we at?)
Don't give no fuck about my ex, that bitch downgraded (dumbass)
Mask off, Jodie tryna pull a Miles Davis
Brodie droppin' bodies half-off, I left a down payment
About faced 'em with that Drac', niggas ain't 'bout Nathan
Told me, "Shit, this one on the house," he like an outpatient (nigga crazy)
See-through clip on the blick, stick look like a tire rod
Ten choppers hitting at one time, sound like a firing squad
Indictment season only trouble niggas tryna dodge (on the gang)
Can't teach you how to stunt, but I can teach you how to rob
Bank statements sent overseas, it look like wire fraud (Jack God)
I STG, can lie to me, but you can't lie to God
Gram-shavin', packin' up them grits, it got my head bangin'
Heads bangin' 'ringes in the trenches, we be dead gamin'
Bread-gangin', bag full of money, we some fed babies
Told my bitch act like she don't know shit if they interrogate her
Marinating, offset Forgis on my chariot
They know I wear it well, but it look better how I carry it
Perilous, if I sent a message, it's imperative
I always was the one, but they gon' try to switch the narrative (Jackson)
Bust the meter, it ain't come from us, must be my other people
Bloody Jesus, Cuban links bustin' with them puzzle pieces
Hundred creatures, hundred mob members and they all havers
Piss me off, quickest way to catch one to your gallbladder
Shootin' pills with this Louisville, I'm a ball-bagger
Twenty-two clip in the 26, brung out the small ladder (you know it)
The way De Niro stood tall, he my new ghetto hero
Every time my youngin call home, you know I'm pressing zero
From Minock to 'Minole, even Mall of America
We know you broke 'cause it's too many flaws in your character
Fuck did we do last night? Honestly, can't remember
Ball been in my court so long, feel like the Staples Center
Gram-shavin', packin' up them grits, it got my head bangin'
Heads bangin' 'ringes in the trenches, we be dead gamin'
Bread-gangin', bag full of money, we some fed babies
Told my bitch act like she don't know shit if they interrogate her
Marinating, offset Forgis on my chariot
They know I wear it well, but it look better how I carry it
Perilous, if I sent a message, it's imperative
I always was the one, but they gon' try to switch the narrative (Jackson)
Let's get it
Jack God
227
Two-way, deuce, siete
Mafia, what else?
Game time
227, 50-50
Wild gang
Credits
Writer(s): Roger Goodman, Boldy James
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Disclaimer:
i testi sono forniti da Musixmatch.
Per richieste di variazioni o rimozioni è possibile contattare
direttamente Musixmatch nel caso tu sia
un artista o
un publisher.