"Snow Blowers" lyrics
Boldy James, Count & Chuck Inglish Lyrics
"Snow Blowers"
(feat. Count & Chuck Inglish)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My baby mama talkin' shit
While I'm tryna roll a blunt
Salty cause she caught me showin' my daughter how to hold a gun
Bitch blew my high now I'm rollin' up another one
Love my daughter, but that's why I say I gotta have a son
Now her come Moonie hit me on the horn like 8 calories
Go get up with Chuck
At the studio and hang out, it's all good
I ain't sayin' don't bring the banger out
But if you do the e-way'll probably be the safest route
Yeah, I'm like I got shit on my mind, shit on my mind
We feel like rappin', gotta get on the grind
Just got a call from the county, hollered at Buck
Said he need 5 to walk, tryna addy that up
But my first mind is tellin' me to chill today
Slickers high plus they shooting on the block anyway
And I ain't fuckin' with the police
Ever detective in the neighborhood know me
The whole neighborhood knows it
It's cold out here and they get them snow cones
Call us when you're comin' in or it's goin' down
And it's when you touchin' down we'll show you round
The whole neighborhood knows it
It's cold out here and they get them snow cones
Call us when you're comin' in or it's goin' down
And it's when you touchin' down we'll show you round
Wifey on my heels, PO on my head
I'm behind on some bills and this nigga owe me some bread
Four jars of pills and a bowl of some red
Got the right man to kill a nigga
Dead as a doorknob
Down with the LEP
Bogus Boy Mob
And we don't call it count because it's report card
Shot to the deep
Them boys going hard job
Adding to the body count, getting caught Jewels
On the real, he home from the FEDS
Spoony did a dime piece
And I just beat an assault charge
Why? Cause Boldy get felonious as sports bars
It's cold, but the snow blowers and them sports cars
The splish splash from polo's and Sean John
With this big ass .44 in my long johns
Checking in, extended stay in them court yard
It's ConCreatures Boldy James from Detroit dog
The whole neighborhood knows it
It's cold out here and they get them snow cones
Call us when you're comin' in or it's goin' down
And it's when you touchin' down we'll show you round
The whole neighborhood knows it
It's cold out here and they get them snow cones
Call us when you're comin' in or it's goin' down
And it's when you touchin' down we'll show you round
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mixtape:
"Consignment" (2012)
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