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Woke up this morning feelin’ bool and balm Ain’t have to drank no drank a niggas nerves was balm Was it 'cause last night I had some bomb She got ratchet in the red dress we had a bomb Then I pulled up at a light, some niggas banging real hard I had to tell them little niggas I never heard of y'all Tryna make a nigga lose his composure Had to hit the gas on 'em almost spilled my whole soda Still emotions, can't let 'em get the best of me My curve skills on deck they want the recipe They like how you do it and then keep it movin’ 'Cause see me I usually lose it When nigga act stupid, like he ain’t know my record ruthless Actin’ like he with the business but he ain’t worth me down’ detention Sittin’ in prison waiting’ for my niggas, asking for money from these bitches When niggas start trippin’ I be wanna start tripping’ But I’m just bicken' and act like the bigger nigga 'Cause I’m bool, balm and bollective I’m bool, balm and bollective I’m bool, balm and bollective I’m bool, balm, and bollective I’m bool, balm and bollective I’m bool, balm and bollective I’m bool, balm and bollective I’m bool, balm, and bollective So I pull up at Pammy House Pammy stay next to my family house And Pammy someone I used to dig out I stopped digging she start tripping I had to dip out Smashin' out of the driveway she threw a brick at my window So I stopped she ran up and Keyed my '64 See when a real nigga hit it needy bitches go schizo This dick is not a rental, should of knew from get go Get go, get, get get go I’m friendly like Casper but I wait 'til I hit to get ghost She called her brother on me, say she from the Wood, I ain’t pussy And real niggas don’t get it between dick and pussy 10 minutes later got a call on my cell From a nigga that sound like he was fresh outta jail “Ay gay little nigga don’t put your hands on my sister 'Cause I just gotta outta jail for manslaughter with a butcher And she ain’t no hooker, she ain’t no bitch My momma raised her right, my little sister got sense" I told him I ain’t test her I just stopped giving’ her dick Then I told him fuck you and hung up like click 'Cause I’m bool, balm and bollective I’m bool, balm and bollective I’m bool, balm and bollective I’m bool, balm, and bollective I’m bool, balm and bollective I’m bool, balm, and bollective I’m bool, balm and bollective I’m bool, balm, and bollective Gotta call little later 'bout this and that All drama, have to hang up like this is wack I shouldn’t be talking’ on the phone either 'cause I’m strapped If the police pull me over, my black ass goin’ back And that's right up they alley, but I ain't a alley cat I’m a red nose pitbull matter of fact Turned on some Jeezy that's what street nigga slap Right on Leanna, left on Spruce we in the back Now my older homie hollering’ at me Bought some real life shit and how its ‘sposed to be So he approaches me, get real close to me Try to tell me 'bout some niggas thats close to me So I listen and I listen And I had to put my bid in Can’t keep it real with some niggas that ain’t real with me He said to keep it P you is right They ain’t never bool they better respect your life 'Cause I’m bool, balm and bollective I’m bool, balm and bollective I’m bool, balm and bollective I’m bool, balm, and bollective I’m bool, balm and bollective I’m bool, balm, and bollective I’m bool, balm and bollective I’m bool, balm, and bollective
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