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All On My Side Video (MV)




Performed By: Boldy James
Language: English
Length: 2:47
Written by: James Clay Jones II, Roger Goodman
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Boldy James - All On My Side Lyrics
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(It's the Jackson)
(Royal House on the beat) The Mafia

Out of a thousand-eight grams, only two hundred twenty-seven left (227)
He don't got no street cred, we ran his credit check
For good, better, best, half a block is what it took (gotta take it)
I done robbed, I've been booked, I done shot at the hook (grrt)
Ain't had no bond, but made the most of it
My bitch badder than your bitch, know how I know? 'Cause I know both of 'em (Jacksonville)
Why niggas tweeting, sneak dissin', subbin' like a woofer? (We up)
I'll smack a brick up quicker than a two-dollar hooker (remix)
Still tote my pole anywhere, nigga not allowed (snuck it in)
Ain't goin' by the textbook, still made my mama proud (Blockworks)
Quit hatin' on the big dog, this ain't no puppy love (nah, this ain't that)
He run his mouth more than he ever ran the money up (niggas just be talkin')
Got that Super Mario switch for niggas think they Bowser (six-four)
I've been a killer since a youngin, never needed a voucher (a hundro)
Sneeze, I let my gun bless you, that's you ever hit or miss (achoo)
I'm too rich to tongue wrestle, shit, we get niggas chipped (grrt)

I've been held up on hold, but never held back (without a bond)
Judge tried to triple-life me, gave that L back (type of time)
I know my cars, Instagram, and my cell tapped (I know it's tricky)
A rock star, but I can't never paint my nails black (but I got dance moves)
My driver just shot out the way, she got her Ls back (where we at?)
Some niggas fell out while some other niggas just fell back
Fell off the wagon when them pendants turned to jail caps (fell off the wagon)
Totin' a police Hellpup in this Hellcat

One thing for sure, two for certain, that money come and go (Action Jackson)
I know they watching from afar, so I put on a show (when I perform)
Still on that same type of time, this what got me rich (pull an all-nighter)
The last YBS standin' on my side of 6 (6 Mile, Brickmile)
In the trap, laughin', tryna catch all the big spenders (catchin' pops)
Count out three million dollars cash, all strip denim (all strips)
Before I let him slime me out, I'd rather peel his cap (grrt)
Front the whole hood, that's a nigga way of giving back (know I put on)
First time I counted up two bucks, shit got my dick hard (had me aroused)
Now I do all the good drugs, drive all the big cars (coupe got a unibrow)
Can't stick around if ain't no money or no cash to make (gotta shake 'em)
Usually the first up out my slumber and the last to wake (what else?)
Barely can keep my eyes open, shit, I be so faded (I be smacked)
One of the realest out my city, but the most hated (it's the Jackson)
Most of these rappers sold weed, I'm the one sell dust (got 'em in)
I worked my fork and churned that butter 'til it swelled up (let's get it)

I've been held up on hold, but never held back (without a bond)
Judge tried to triple-life me, gave that L back (type of time)
I know my cars, Instagram, and my cell tapped (I know it's tricky)
A rock star, but I can't never paint my nails black (but I got dance moves)
My driver just shot out the way, she got her Ls back (where we at?)
Some niggas fell out while some other niggas just fell back
Fell off the wagon when them pendants turned to jail caps (fell off the wagon)
Totin' a police Hellpup in this Hellcat
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English

(It's the Jackson)
(Royal House on the beat) The Mafia

Out of a thousand-eight grams, only two hundred twenty-seven left (227)
He don't got no street cred, we ran his credit check
For good, better, best, half a block is what it took (gotta take it)
I done robbed, I've been booked, I done shot at the hook (grrt)
Ain't had no bond, but made the most of it
My bitch badder than your bitch, know how I know? 'Cause I know both of 'em (Jacksonville)
Why niggas tweeting, sneak dissin', subbin' like a woofer? (We up)
I'll smack a brick up quicker than a two-dollar hooker (remix)
Still tote my pole anywhere, nigga not allowed (snuck it in)
Ain't goin' by the textbook, still made my mama proud (Blockworks)
Quit hatin' on the big dog, this ain't no puppy love (nah, this ain't that)
He run his mouth more than he ever ran the money up (niggas just be talkin')
Got that Super Mario switch for niggas think they Bowser (six-four)
I've been a killer since a youngin, never needed a voucher (a hundro)
Sneeze, I let my gun bless you, that's you ever hit or miss (achoo)
I'm too rich to tongue wrestle, shit, we get niggas chipped (grrt)

I've been held up on hold, but never held back (without a bond)
Judge tried to triple-life me, gave that L back (type of time)
I know my cars, Instagram, and my cell tapped (I know it's tricky)
A rock star, but I can't never paint my nails black (but I got dance moves)
My driver just shot out the way, she got her Ls back (where we at?)
Some niggas fell out while some other niggas just fell back
Fell off the wagon when them pendants turned to jail caps (fell off the wagon)
Totin' a police Hellpup in this Hellcat

One thing for sure, two for certain, that money come and go (Action Jackson)
I know they watching from afar, so I put on a show (when I perform)
Still on that same type of time, this what got me rich (pull an all-nighter)
The last YBS standin' on my side of 6 (6 Mile, Brickmile)
In the trap, laughin', tryna catch all the big spenders (catchin' pops)
Count out three million dollars cash, all strip denim (all strips)
Before I let him slime me out, I'd rather peel his cap (grrt)
Front the whole hood, that's a nigga way of giving back (know I put on)
First time I counted up two bucks, shit got my dick hard (had me aroused)
Now I do all the good drugs, drive all the big cars (coupe got a unibrow)
Can't stick around if ain't no money or no cash to make (gotta shake 'em)
Usually the first up out my slumber and the last to wake (what else?)
Barely can keep my eyes open, shit, I be so faded (I be smacked)
One of the realest out my city, but the most hated (it's the Jackson)
Most of these rappers sold weed, I'm the one sell dust (got 'em in)
I worked my fork and churned that butter 'til it swelled up (let's get it)

I've been held up on hold, but never held back (without a bond)
Judge tried to triple-life me, gave that L back (type of time)
I know my cars, Instagram, and my cell tapped (I know it's tricky)
A rock star, but I can't never paint my nails black (but I got dance moves)
My driver just shot out the way, she got her Ls back (where we at?)
Some niggas fell out while some other niggas just fell back
Fell off the wagon when them pendants turned to jail caps (fell off the wagon)
Totin' a police Hellpup in this Hellcat
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Writer: James Clay Jones II, Roger Goodman
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management

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