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No Boundaries (feat. 2 PISTOLS)

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No Boundaries (feat. 2 PISTOLS)
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Victor Ray Johnson
Victor Ray Johnson
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Percy James
Percy James
Songwriter
Justin D. Wright
Justin D. Wright
Songwriter

Lyrics

Life is too short so I'm going nascar fast Speed limit seventy a hundred twenty on my dash Signed with no boundaries guess I got the gift of gab Scoon made it global so they know me around the map I really have no boundaries so I'm accepting all cash Siri call Love I need that nigga to bring the pack He probably be with Justin because this fly shit need a flash Yeah really I have no boundaries so I ain't looking at no tags Urkel ass niggas & I ain't fucking with you fags I heard it was two pistols & somebody got slapped I'm soaking up the game fifteen minutes with my dad I really want him home so please free Percy Mack Tried to changed the message but I'll smoke him like a drag I don't fuck wit bm all that fat bitch do is nag I really miss my son that's what you get he hella bad Got a new baby mama & the first two still mad No boundaries no boundaries no boundaries no boundaries No boundaries no boundaries no boundaries no boundaries No boundaries no boundaries no boundaries no boundaries No boundaries no boundaries no boundaries no boundaries No Boundaries yea you know I swerve That's my word ain't no limits I might pull up on yo curb Around me certified the click Baby Suge bust a jug It's Loudkicks wit the pics The sound one hundred no cap & Jus on sax Two pistols he on deck & Ju Money just left the trap We moving different you see it the crew consistent I'm too persistent who could resist that's ludacris Naw I ain't new to this big dog og foreseen this tutelage Shoot from the hip These hollow tip bars are food for thought through yo ribs I tutor kids high while I'm coaching so loud it seep through the lids The music business a weed out the weak but we don't speak bout fears Take some losses line that shit up again repeat some years Took the stairs down now I'm up again done lapped all my peers Young cent on the board Young c on the beat We working for sure winter clutching my heat
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