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"Smacking Foreigns" is a track by Boldy James, from the album Alphabet Highway, released 4th April 2025. Full lyrics are available below.
Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse 1: Boldy James] Half brick a golden retriever I smack a fiend who owe up anything over a Tina Hooping in the middle we used to call [?] Now we playing hard ball with that junkyard dog Same niggas spun the sandlot on six and Hellblock Where they cross you quick as shamgod, welcome to Jam Rock Leave you bloody as a tampon, killers on standby Tried pull up with this mop stick but I'm really anti Get hit with some hot shit, better keep your hands high 'Cause my shooter don't talk no stock clip, that was me who sped by In the black cat, two tracks, one demon and a red eye [?] creatures, leave a nigga with a dead eye Drugs on [?] treat the outskirts like it's [?] Plug like I work at Circuit City but the price like I work at Best Buy All of these niggas Capricorn, never cut the smack with [?] [?] [Chorus: Boldy James] OT commute back and forth With a thousand pack of orange They know you for traffic court They know me for smackin' foreigns OT commute back and forth With a thousand pack of orange They know you for traffic court They know me for smackin' foreigns OT commute back and forth With a thousand pack of orange 227 [Verse 2: Boldy James] Strip teasin' with the pole, now that's what you call a dance Knock the head off [?] hang him up by his ankles Niggas [?] all the smoke, well we want all the cancer [?] [?] like a dog in heat come from that [?] [?] get shot the fuck off your lily pad I'm Trinidad James, all gold everything Been a lot of things but a nigga never been a [?] Life in the fast lane, sippin' drink, grippin' grain Never go against [?] don't ever switch and change up on your members 'Cause if you do, might have to cut on a blender And mix it down like my [?] work at tropical smoothie [?] tryna catch a body for [?] AR pistol stomp the yard with this chop, it's a movie, yeah AR pistol stomp the yard with this chop, it's a movie [Outro] It's good A lot of people can't come back from that, so [?] I ain't gon' lie For sure You know I'm proud of my pops for coming back A lot of people can't come back from that, you know, so That's some real shit
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