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lirik lagu badge èpoque ensemble, lammping & boldy james - naturally conspiring

[intro: boldy james]
two~way, deuce, siete
where we at?
concreatures
the jack god
blockworks
what else?
the mafia way

[verse 1: boldy james]
dirty totin’, bouncin’ out the burger with my thirty pokin’
we don’t pop no yerkies or no fendies, put them percs in motion
ferris bueller, only difference is my n~ggas carry rulers
sink or swin deep up in that water like a barracuda
tiny tim, grew up p~ss~poor, my n~gga, i was him
lost and found in that small town, running down them ms
dinin’ in, ganging with them scales and them violins
pulling more than combat kick dos for them scorpions
on my corner, gotta keep your forty like a open beer
hully~gully sonic boom, a n~gga with the solar flare
came near me, they don’t compare, lately i been on a tear
all this ice drippin’ on me, i feel like a polar bear
lookie here, youngin caught him lackin’, told him, “strip him bare”
they took me there, so even if i wanted to, i couldn’t care
drum lining rocked him to sleep like a wooden chair
the opps ain’t doing no slidin’, them n~ggas wouldn’t dare
what else?
[chorus: boldy james]
tell ’em n~ggas to quit repping me
‘fore he become the absentee, ballad of a dead soldier
on gang, them n~ggas never was no hoodlums
tell me what dough was they cooking? he was getting fed the leftovers
them n~ggas know better than play with us, we case sh~t up
over money and drugs, the whole hood know we some headstoners
on gang, tell that n~gga to quit cappin’ me
‘fore he become the absentee, ballad of a dead soldier
we [?] gang

[verse 2]
trappers god got it goo~goo (talk to ’em)
they deep dime me with the gargoyles and goo~goo (wow)
you don’t think that i’m the ca~ca? you coo~coo
we nay~nay in the boo~boo, you bla~bla, you boo~hoo (yeah)
i don’t whip the pot or whip the drop (nah)
i just bump the whitney out the paint beside the snack until my fingers pop (why?)
feel an ankle while they’re stinking up the same garage
i wrote this and they paid me in, i’m waging war on banked deposits
long boxes getting turned to movies (word)
even them cosplayers turn to groupies (d~mn, what else?)
i’ve seen ’em tryna give me dap but i’m lifting
i leave ’em hanging like pants in the kitchen (what?)
every day i’m getting followers (what’s it like?), it’s a brand new religion
i’m with the shack and i’m blissing, you’d think the [?] was missing
i’m at your door just like you had a subscription (yeah)
i was there but i don’t i don’t have a description
i buy the pharm if i don’t have my prescription
what else?
[chorus]
told these rappers to give me half a week
some coffee and a bag of weed and this could be they best album
for real, your sh~t was never competition
tell me, what goals where you hittin’? you was scr~pin’ for the leftovers
sh~t, you know better than play with thugs, we lace ’em up
for the love of the game, we paint classes for the next thousand
(for real) told these rappers to give me half a week
some coffee and a bag of weed and this could be they best album

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