What Else Lyrics - Boldy James



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I ain't feelin you nigga, but I'm kind of feelin' your bitch
.. you nigga, but I'm kind of feelin' your bitch

Hook:
Range new, James true, i risk it, watch too,
Range new, James true, i risk it, watch too,
Range new, James true, i risk it, watch too,
Range new, James true, i risk it, watch too,
Range new, James true, i risk it, watch too,
Range new, James true, i risk it, watch too,
Yeah niggas watch me like fox 2,
I'm steady motion and get you pop cool.

Yeah, I ain't feelin you nigga, but I'm kind of feelin' your bitch, mafia
I ain't feeling you nigga, but I'm kind of feeling your bitch, whatever
I ain't feeling you nigga, but I'm kind of feeling your bitch, let's get it
I ain't feeling you nigga, but I'm kind of feeling your bitch.

Made em all now I'm all hill, I will shape the oceans while I sold pills,
With this dog deal, we ain't palms, when they ready to start I was on real
When they ready to start I was unreal,
Making dope here is giving on crib,
Wing it down on my motive
Lean em hard is a blow here,
Had a really car give it slow here
Talking and cursing .. had the other purples, now we unreal
Sipping sir poppin any boss, taking out of rush, been the gold wind
I'm a cold Dean cowboy serving cold .. and white boys that cocaine,
Truck is .. don't spoke ...
Concrete just search shit, just don't chain
The crib I cope in round the chest
And then the way out the poor way,
Started out with this voice .. I'll cut the work with the..
Pants saggin' been dancing, selling gram sacking ain't sort of ..
..traffic .. cake standing, screen poppin and shit slugging,
And got the big choppin with the poor thing now that's he's problem,
Shoes in my .. told em meet me up at the wall grim,
Gave me three for the poor thing
And he came back and brought morphine.


[Hook:]

My new bitches exclusive gain my ex hoe to duices
Now my guest room I use it, but my retro abuses
Cold closet full of bone poset, .. in use
I live fast, get cash, but I sip slow when I'm juicing
My bread low with my Cuban work for expo and confusion
On my neck she's cooling, roll the deck switchin movin
Bust the blue scritch for the true fiz,
Range Rover in that new Benz,
New crib with the new thing, red nose and blue ..
Diamond through checks running through slips,
Summer set in his roof crib, bitch jump through the top
Where used to be a sun roof it,
That's easy come, easy go, easy dozen I'm roothless,
No bone thugs got my own drugs, and niggas know i ain't broozin'
On the play ground I was joking, if I pull it out then i'm shooting
With that trade palm, no hooping, In the H time no Houston
Got to pick up took a big loss, had to break it down and recoop it
No my benz, no white flags, no pitch triddies and no true

Hook:
Range new, James true, i risk it, watch too,
Range new, James true, i risk it, watch too,
Range new, James true, i risk it, watch too,
Range new, James true, i risk it, watch too,
Range new, James true, i risk it, watch too,
Range new, James true, i risk it, watch too,
Yeah niggas watch me like fox 2,
I'm steady motion and get you pop cool.

Yeah, I ain't feelin you nigga, but I'm kind of feelin' your bitch, mafia
I ain't feeling you nigga, but I'm kind of feeling your bitch, whatever
I ain't feeling you nigga, but I'm kind of feeling your bitch, let's get it
I ain't feeling you nigga, but I'm kind of feeling your bitch.

I hit the p**sy so outcold now told the hoe to get out more,
Two bitches talking that out door when I'm getting up of this high droll
My eyes too skils is pop dough, i got six bros of my time hoe,
Hell yeah, I'm up in the shorty, i bend it over I'm in the shorty
I was a young nigga under thirty though
Put in my head i'm stacking forty
F*cking i'm getting them birdied for
I hope they talking under thirty
I was bad late was getting money slowly
Got money .. got hoe sales,
And drop it to my hotel, at Ak's my own bell
Can't play a nigga for the bitch type
On his white right here is the finish type
Her H ..it was day time, them hoes is gone by midnight
My coop clean and my wrist bright,
My pocket all and my bitch type,
My life good deposing, and who we all long,
So let's ride i, man

[Hook:]






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