Текст песни Facts - Boss Wood
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my
accessorizor
in
yo
face
now
that
bitch
a
breathalyzer
Blame
it
on
alcohol
but
Jamie
Foxx
is
not
around
to
rectify
it
You
don't
want
no
smoke
fr
I
smoke
fr
nicotine
a
heavy
problem
From
the
way
the
liquor
mak
you
run
off
at
The
mouth
I'm
thankful
I
ain't
a
alcoholic
God
given
authentic
all
business
fuk
all
yall
niggas
Big
tall
short
fat
black
small
white
they
can
all
get
it
I
don't
give
a
foster
mothafuk
About
yo
rap
because
the
car
was
rented
How
you
pose
to
be
the
plug
when
all
Yo
power
comin
from
a
wall
extension
You
kno
the
nigga
who
just
kno
the
nigga
Who
be
still
tryin
to
get
to
kno
the
nigga
I'm
a
Uncle
Sam
me
a
Master
P
You
dealin
wit
a
No
Limit
solider
nigga
dats
a
chess
move
Either
you
gon
be
a
pawn
or
a
check
move
Trappin
never
been
a
honest
livin
But
for
some
it
was
how
they
kept
food
Nigga
perpetratin
it
hurt
to
face
the
truth
Demi
God
my
mother
laid
wit
Zeus
Moma
had
to
raise
me
on
her
own
I'm
a
Uncle
Luke
her
whip
and
raise
the
roof
Bulldoggin
I
was
raised
to
roof
Selfie
stick
em
raise
the
rod
and
shoot
We
be
all
in
traffic
wit
the
shit
like
can
you
smell
lelelel
eww
Consequences
com
with
repercussions
I'm
a
beat
yo
ass
then
I'm
a
teach
you
somthin
Cuz
you
actin
like
you
need
a
father
figure
Long
as
I
can
get
the
tax
money
Bernie
Maccin
you
be
actin
funny
Since
I
heard
about
that
you
askin
for
me
I
ain't
scared
of
non
of
these
mothafukas
I
go
Def
Jammin
where
dem
hollows
pointin
I
be
all
in
the
pool
pit
Where
I'm
goin
only
heaven
knows
At
the
Dodge
dealer
how
I
Dodge
Demons
My
credit
score
got
a
halo
on
Got
a
closet
full
of
skeletons
Peter
Parker
wit
the
weapon
drawn
Now
you
in
a
sticky
situation
knock
melanin
on
yo
melon
off
Smirkin
at
me
like
she
wana
eat
me
But
I'm
busy
tryin
to
be
a
betta
Boss
If
its
nothin
betta
than
my
current
situation
keep
it
to
yoself
I'm
betta
off
I'm
All
That
with
a
special
sauce
Draw
a
line
for
you
to
step
across
Den
out
line
em
like
silhouette
Dats
how
you
keep
a
nigga
in
the
dark
If
I
never
blow
for
any
reason
try
to
keep
in
mind
a
bomb
still
a
bomb
The
finish
line
like
dat
nursery
rhyme
She
will
be
comin
round
the
mountain
when
she
come
I'm
a
cross
it
like
a
friend
now
a
days
A
win
still
is
a
win
nigga
Ya
she
built
just
lik
da
barbie
doll
Don't
be
surprised
if
you
see
yo
Ken
with
her
Snappin
like
I'm
tryin
to
think
of
somthin
I
forgot
about
Ya
I'm
that
type
Kill
a
rappa
like
I
meant
to
do
it
den
apologize
ya
I'm
that
nice
I
don't
ever
wana
talk
about
the
Way
shot
my
niggas
at
the
traffic
light
Karma
like
a
baby
mama
you
gone
have
to
pay
Before
they
read
miranda
rights
Facts
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