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• Artiste: Boldy James
• Titre: Single File Line
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(Royal House on the beat) Single file line, this for all the single ladies Purse full of singles, told me that she's single for a reason Say when she give it up, niggas don't know how to act Love doing her, hate when niggas breathing down her back Working two steady jobs so she got her own money Just paid out of pocket, sent her daughter off to homecoming Career woman, college grad from Virginia Beach Long hair, fat ass with some pretty feet Dead gang said she usually on the Yellsidе Head made me wanna buy hеr Gucci and Chanel slides Waist snatched, fresh wax, YSL pumps Face beat, kept her hair and her nails done Love her shrimp fried hard, steaks well done Say "Good pussy ain't for free" but she don't sell none Ain't even brought the cash with her 'cause her bag different Her hanging out is why she split up with her last nigga She brag different, strut around with all that ass twitchin' Late night stripper, early morning practician Half mixed with a touch of class, saved by the bell Me, I'm the type who's never present when the bell rung Said all these niggas broke in real life, be catfishin' Behind the scenes, bet these niggas be some real bums Always play in the background like they ad-libbin' Say "Good pussy ain't for free" but she don't sell none French tips, new polish, lookin' like somebody wife Putting on some happy weight, she been loving life Thicker than a Snicker if you seent her in a gown Golden arch in her back, love to see me smile Wish she could live in my lap, told me she love it here House and car paid off, what I love to hear Another nigga leaving her biggest of all fears One time she came to me crying crocodile tears Other than that, it's mostly all cheers So every time she kick it with me, I be all ears You know you sexy on that pole in the Shay club Before she met me, said she never really made love Told her that's what they all say but one thing that they can't is They had me wrapped around their finger like a ace bandage So if you really love a nigga then let's hit the road Life of the Jackson, welcome to another episode