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Boldy James - Finishing Touches Lyrics

Finishing Touches Lyrics[Intro: Boldy James]
He take over your mind, it's done
Mafia, what else?
After they hear this one, V Don
This has been brought to you by— (Jack God)
They gon' damn near have to scrap they whole catalogue

[Verse 1: Boldy James]
He ain't who pretend to be (How come?), know how I know he not? (Why?)
'Cause he ain't put enough respect on the name of Boldy Blocks (Okay)
Drumroll on the Katydid, roll up and sold a block
Had the custos bangin' more needles than a COVID shot (Flu Games on)
Dropping ounces of cough syrup in my soda pop (Yeah)
Twisting and churning this butter, tryna get the dope to lock (Working my wrist)
And please don't ask mе 'bout no niggas you don't see me with (Please)
Probably bе better fuckin' with them niggas we be beefing with
Bid on your life in auction, intention was too devious
These snitches be too talkative, these bitches be too secretive (Yeah)
456, I'm in the mix, Mary Kumbaye
The spig could take a six and I still left a little room to play
Zooming through the H with them seals, I should call Bun (Uh)
Down that one-way, seen a couple milli' on that dog run
In the hills with a bold signal, tryna move this merch
Way you move your feet, you lose your seat if you don't shoot it first (Grrt)

[Chorus: Boldy James]
Yeah, I put the finishing touches on it (Clear coats of the touch-up paint)
What else? (Yeah), I put the finishing touches on it
Whoever make him get it, I'm clutchin' on it (Know I'm clutching)
My resume ain't got no blemish or smudges on it (Not at all)
I put the finishing touches on it (The sprinkles, the additives, and preservatives)
What else?

[Verse 2: Boldy James]
Let's get it, drop, step, pivot, it's safe to say we did it (Safe to say)
I pray my opps beat all they cases and they get acquitted (Pray to God)
If you cop a hundred clip, he just might drop the ticket (A hundro)
Motherfuck the love, bitch, I need a plug without a limit (Need a plug)
How many times I strapped my nuts, shot out of town, and fixed it? (When I was broke)
Life on the line just to get up, a nigga down to risk it (Risk or reward)
Going for it in the clutch on fourth down and inches (Hail Mary)
I'm somewhere passin' out testers, we handin' out pensions (Sprinkles)
Sandwich-baggin' up them zippers, NASCAR big drifter (Yeah)
Phone slappin' off the Richter, trap star Big Dipper (Slap-boxing)
Hid the money in the wall, half large in the fixture (Half ticket)
Black tar met a sifter (Remix), nigga, come and get a picture
Could take the extra pearls (Out the bag), then throw free money on a stripper
Could triple-down on my bag or blow three hundred on a Richard
Decisions, decisions (Choices)
Hate flashin' money in a picture
That come from pumpin' heavy base like a sub and a kicker
The Jackson (Ayy)

[Chorus: Boldy James]
Yeah (Uh-huh), I put the finishing touches on it
What else? (Rub his face all in this dog shit), I put the finishing touches on it
Whoever make him get it, I'm clutchin' on it (Sticked up)
My resume ain't got no blemish or smudges on it (Not a blemish)
I put the finishing touches on it (This has been brought to you by—)
What else?

[Outro: Boldy James]
227, Gangland, Blocks
You fuck with Bo Jack
You know why you fuck with Bo Jack?
You fuck with niggas that can do that, that handle that business