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SOS (feat. Chuckstaaa)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Boldy James
Boldy James
Vocals
CHUCKSTAAA
CHUCKSTAAA
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Richard Parry
Richard Parry
Songwriter
Chuck staaa
Chuck staaa
Songwriter
James Clay Jones III
James Clay Jones III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
RichGains
RichGains
Producer

Lyrics

Stop Hey TLC set oie put him to sleep man Grim and be the one that eat Chop sounds Burn up Made it hard for me to sleep so I jumped into the streets Mama worried, couldn't even sleep Wasn't really good at selling stuff so we just stuck him up Like bro whoever run here selling stuff just make him give it up He get Puffa acting tough over Kill 10 wasn't enough If blood get stuff for dead but the pack on say runs After our Nu, I kick her around I thought that she might set me Upy Tuck Right around C lowing the Billy truck hanging So we little tin it up, show us one up in the head We ain't worried about loading none Nos, no glory on the road The ridges standing on still still tall on that business catching fish ball And we going throw a tantrum it up big like we going camping What I spent on my kid, you can only fathom 300,000. That's the dumb payment on the man And the churches linked against the hood of the Fanm Street nigga From the jungle living like we double, double Double loss Double park in front your nana house don't want no par Go bananas out catch back on the dead end Double back and do a tail spin. S wv we making rain down all of this fancy footwork I feel like James Brown right back on top I came up cause I stayed down a couple of my outs He set up shopping the same time chess got that thingy Yo. You know he trained to go He laying slide out quick as terrain. I know she young stone running Leo nose running Run up on your phone running and hit you with the whole honey Nos no glory on the road The ridges standing on school still tall on that business Catching fish balling Like we going throw a tantrum it up big like we going camping What I spent on my kid, you can only fathom 300,000 That's the dumb payment on the man And the churches linked against the hood of the Fanm Street nigga From the jungle living like we double clever
Writer(s): Boldy James, Chuck Staaa, Richard Parry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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