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"Reform School" lyrics by BOLDY JAMES
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"Reform School"
[feat. Earl Sweatshirt, Da$h & Domo Genesis]

[Verse 1: Boldy James]
I'm a lunatic, I got 5 on it once the doobie lit
We was lockin' my room door stuffin the Boosie clips
Runnin' with hooligans I put in my work
Wipe the slugs and guns off, with the tip of my shirt
Two.23's, when we ride on our enemies
And hit em up if they don't hit me up first
And my army fatigued, it's still gunpowder on the sleeve
Niggas get shot every day B pull down ya skirt
Before I lift it up, show the whole world ya pussy
And how you niggas been some bitches since birth
Cause we them Sig Sauer boys hittin' em where it hurts
Twistin nigga's cap back and pop a nigga
With a squig and a squirt
He dug his own grave, I'm just revealin' the dirt
Got some bullets to chase a nigga, to the end of the earth
Until we meet again, I think with death I'm a flirt
Give her that old evil grin and my devilish smirk

[Hook: Domo Genesis]
Fuck ya'll niggas what ya'll wanna do
Bumpin' my new shit mobbin' with the crew
Stuck to the blueprint and ride with the tool
Let me know if it's a problem cause the solving we could do

[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
Dead bullies and Red Bull is all in his stomach
With a couple bitches with whom relations ended abruptly
Grab the mickey and the coaster and sit it
Now I been sober a minute, ho tell your soldiers forget it
Spit it as cold as the frigid, dare me to host it and shit
Just carry the flow to the clinic, carry the coast on my shoulders
Various hoes in the whip and they blowin' smoke at the chauffeur
Carry the dope in they britches, bury a foe in the ocean
I can't help it it's Tan Cressida, gram sellers
Pantera records and bodies stuffed in the damp cellar
Far from the fronting, my niggas was in the back
Yelling cause we came from nothing like everything that you can't tell us
Speak soft, sock a fan, shut the camera off
Ramp camp Camelot, canon cocked, lick a shot
Bop, bop liquor slosh bottom of the belly
Bars lock hard hitting like they squabbing with the celly


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