Boldy James – Thousand Pills Lyrics (feat. Stove God Cooks)

[Verse 1: Boldy James] Quarter brick Cubana cost a chicken, we be really brickin’ Something like a vendor with them tenders and them finger-lickings Make you walk the plank, know my niggas take it overboard Concreature, drug zone, 76 overlord Hell block, Curtis curb-side ’til the service dry Southfield, raw still, north M-39 First come, […]

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