"LEATHER SANDALS" lyrics
Ransom, Boldy James & Nicholas Craven Lyrics
"LEATHER SANDALS"
Oh yeah
Russian cream full of green cuddy like my lame muddy and my freak slutty
Been a minute since I seen cuddy
Dumping beans in a BMW or that Benz buggy
Serving all these things in these streets I done seen ugly
Hunting jeans in a fatigue Duffy I breed puppies
Can't step foot in my kitchen if you got a week's coming
I seen junkies OD off that one hit a quitter
Hundred grins to fit
It look like I cut this shit with glitter
Twenty-sixteen stashed in the dash and the floor panel
Micah Mary jeans
Marnie snap time for a flannel
4G's on the feet
Swear to God I never wore sandals
187 proof
Now the coupe ain't got no door handles
Cardin' sale patty cake and smokin' big blunts
All the L's a nigga had to take so I could win once
Even in my mug shouts I don't grin much
Let's do this shit boldface
Chest out chin up
Come from a whole different fabric
Whole another claw
Pull up and cut you off in traffic
Ain't no runnin' off
And listen to the preacher prayin' out
He the creature man
Fucked up in the head
Had to cut his dress and bleach his hands
Thought I seen Candace
Made me spill my double cup of lean
Packin' up grits barehanded
Feel like some numbing cream
I'm right back before you had a chance to miss me
Feelin' like that genie in a bottle that they wish free
Rushin' cream for the green Cuddy
Like my lean Muddy and my freak slutty
Been a minute since I seen Cuddy
Dumpin' beans in a BMW or that Benz buggy
Servin' all these things in these streets
I done seen ugly
Hunnin' jeans in a fatigued Duffy
I breed puppies
Can't step foot in my kitchen if you got a weak stomach
I seen junkies OD off that one
Hit a quitter
A hundred grints of fint
It look like I cut this shit with glitter
Niggas knew this story was too extreme
Bullets sending bodies flyin' right through a stream
My supplier knew what this fire would do to fiends
Niggas die in pursuit of dreams
Vision wide as a movie screen
I done seen top holes fine as a beauty queen
Slip a line off a moving beam
Now all she could do is scream
Living room full of hooded goons with some open cases
Some test dummies who cook with spoons and they smoke their vapors
People supposed to hate us
We play shit gruffin' in the open raiders
We used to hustle by the old bodega
Now little quantity gotta owe some paper
Skimmin' off the top because it's hoes and labor
Just mind your business what I told the neighbors
Peekin' through a crack door
I'll get you a view of killers and crack lords
Tell what you seen and it's goin' down like a trap door
It's been a minute since I seen Cuddy streets ugly
Touch of hair on his head I swear I'm leavin' these streets blood
Rushin' cream full of green Cuddy like my lean Muddy and my freak slutty
Been a minute since I seen Cuddy
Dumpin' beans in a BMW or that Benz buggy
Servin' all these things in these streets I done seen ugly
Hunnin' jeans in a fatigued Duffy I breed puppies
Can't step foot in my kitchen if you got a week's coming
I seen junkies OD off that one hit a quitter
Hunnin' grins to fit
It look like I cut this shit with glitter
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- Boldy James Lyrics
album:
"Salvation For The Wicked" (2026)
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