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My momma, in 1967, pickin' cotton While other blacks was gettin' liberated, boycottin' My old man was a player, ain't no hidin' that He started
ain't about sin no more As a matter of fact We cold boycottin' sin right off the face of this earth Yo K- Max, you down with that? I'm steppin' to that!
TO THAT NEW JERUZ BEAST COAST YEAH WE KNOWN FOR THAT HOLD UP TRAVELED THE MAP AND HEARD THEM TRACKS THAT BE KNOCKIN THAT SHIT THAT THE RADIO BE BOYCOTTIN
the money at bitches I’m ridin’ around in my dreams still Fucking around with my team still Fallin’ back on that weed still I’m boycottin’ TV still Writing
of others, but I can't get past my own thoughts My momma, in 1967, pickin' cotton While other blacks was gettin' liberated, boycottin' My old man was
boycottin all your dam beliefs Hanging on by a thread spiralin like a loose leaf I don't care what you think I won't care if you sink I'll be gone in a blink
C'mon, oh c'mon Man this past year was a trip Mo'Nique came out the gate Boycottin' Netflix Then Will joined IG and had it lit Well let me run that
my time see me doin things that would blow your mind yeah shit went off one night ever since then i be on their sight ive been boycottin clubs
But Bryson I'm not feelin' it You just call out degenerates It's uncomfortable, isn't it? Y'all just boycottin' businesses 'Cause they disagree with you
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