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lirik lagu boldy james - turkey noodle soup

[intro: boldy james]
ayy, cutty mac, it’s all bad
ayy, ali, i told these n~ggas it was on (big creature)
ayy

[verse 1: boldy james]
block star, twelve rollin’ heavy in them boxcars (yeah)
real syrup sipper, pour the wockhardt on a pop tart (uh~huh)
wedding cake stuffed up in my backy off of [?]
had to send the plug another addy, he send off the boat (it’s on)
slidin’ with this thirty in my coupe, perky and a deuce (skrrt, skirt)
this n~gga al sick, i came, turkey noodle soup (big broski)
blew a ticket, but the next million, i recoup (uh)
all these b~tches know i’m the s~xy symbol in the group (poke)
big forty, b~tch fat, but she still fine (uh)
i just smacked a base rental, blowin’ through the yield sign (what else?)
hopped out and ran with a broken leg
now the doc writin’ pain meds, puttin’ on a clinic (scripts)
roll up in front of your man, smoke it to the head (to the face)
have him digging’ through the ashtray when i’m finished (facts)
couple bands, it ain’t sh~t to put ’em on your dreads (big racks)
can’t even blaze ’til we make it past city limits (let’s get it)
lil’ cuz swiped the rental from avis
the coupe got a unibrow, call it anthony davis (skrrt, skrrt)
these n~ggas talkin’ me to death, b~tches rantin’ and ravin’
clap a n~gga show, give his ass a standin’ ovation (brr)
rollin’ out of public housin’, slept in the vacants
havin’ nightmares of n~ggas fightin’ federal cases (where we at?)
lil’ brodie on his tor browser (where we at?)
bo jack in that v12 with the horsepower
we don’t do no felony favors (skrrt, skirt)
[verse 2: bandgang lonnie bands]
huh, we do the courtesy flushin’ when the feds raid
we dropped the bag off to toledo, head in a day, uh
bring me eighteen for a zero, only charge and pay
but, eli, i want ten for a four and a baby, uh
but i nine~to~five the meth on a daily basis
brodie sittin’ in the same neighborhood as slim shady
and i’m leavin’ room for everybody to get food, just bring me champs, baby
it’s brazy, my mule and my old lady
every time we got to safety, she deserve to have my baby
ain’t no fakin, pssh
huh, ridin’ through the mountains, my ears poppin’
the only way this car won’t make it if a deer stop it
i really shoot that work back and forth like a chair rocket
my cokehead mumblin’ his words, his jaw lockin’
he bought six eight~b~lls at once, he emptied his pockets
uh, tuh, gave me every dollar
how the f~ck he homeless and he gave me all these thousands?
i know a n~gga under thirty, rollin’ thirty~six ounces
you wanna go to jail, always sittin’ in them trap houses

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