Lyrics:
Shorty Malcolm a play football fi Jamaica fi bout twenty year now boss
Him a play dung a Mo'Bay before mekin national team boss
Whole heap a run him mek
Many things wey dey my mind me wan talk , if i start today me no go wan stop! You fuck up, I look you, and I lock up, you form boss,you pumpous ,and
There has been a lot of school shootings already this year
Yeah gun violence is pretty bad (but uhm)
I don't really give a fuck
Not my life, I ain't
You gon' boss
You gon' boss
You gon' boss
You gon' boss
You gon' boss
Top of the year
You gon' boss
You gon' boss
You gon' boss
You
money ova flowin boss bitches whats up,
Verse 1
Dont give me a short summer i got the whole damn year
Temp tag on Maserati its a boss itch year,
2020
La la, la la, la la (this is, this is, Ross)
La la, la la (this is, the movement, this is, Ross, Triple C's)
305 M-I yayo
Run how you want, boss
ty-tycoon
Dipped in sauce, I floss
I, I, I, I
Fifteen bands out the bank, that's for my mom (Duke Dukes)
Young nigga was a boss up in high school (huh?
Fuck that nigga Slim! You the motherfucking boss!
I call shots (like a boss)
Stack knots (like a boss)
Cop drops (like a boss)
On top (like
Fuck that nigga Slim! You the motherfucking boss!
I call shots (like a boss)
Stack knots (like a boss)
Cop drops (like a boss)
On top (like
Fuck that nigga Slim! You the motherfucking boss!
I call shots (like a boss)
Stack knots (like a boss)
Cop drops (like a boss)
On top (like a boss
Fuck that nigga Slim! You the motherfucking boss!
I call shots (like a boss)
Stack knots (like a boss)
Cop drops (like a boss)
On top (like
Run how you want, boss
Chill how you want, boss
Floss how you want, boss
Do whatcha like
Go rock your chain, boss
Pour that champagne, boss
say I no get boss, get boss
Na only God wey de help us
Last 2 years I be talk say I go make am
Focus on the hustle every risk I de take am
Fell in love
Fuck that nigga Slim! You the motherfucking boss!
I call shots - like a boss
Stack knots - like a boss
Cop drops - like a boss
On top - like a boss
Ricky Ross (The Boss..)
T-Pain {J-J-J-J-J.R.!}
I got a fresh line-up (yea), a fresh outfit
Bout to have the parkin lot on smash
Plus I got
And when I walk across that stage they say “she’s so cute”
(so cute) I love going to school, I’m a smart girl
That's the only way you can be a boss girl
Now
[Chorus]
Run how you want, boss
Chill how you want, boss
Floss how you want, boss
Do whatcha like
Go rock your chain, boss
Pour that champagne,
Fuck that nigga Slim! You the motherfucking boss!
I call shots - like a boss
Stack knots - like a boss
Cop drops - like a boss
On top - like a boss
and museums
There's still a ground in her up (??) to the years, why not
oh yes, they'll do
School's out for me, school's out for you
School's out and it might
Girl we could just do it like a boss
She grew up by herself off in these projects
Saw me on the corners, knew that I was back then
First day of school
White gold neck young boss
Pull up in the drip no sauce
Space ship coupe next year I cop
Young boss
Done this once now I ain't ever stop
Talkin bout
deff)
Get money Ova flowin boss bitch what's up
Don't give me a short summa
I got the whole damn year
Temp tag on Maserati is a boss bitch year
You
is always complaining
My boss, he treats me so bogus
I got two more years
Then i'll be done
So right now I need to stay focused
I can't wait to get
like I thought you seen (?)
(?)
(?)
I'm a boss (?)
(?)
(?)
Cause I'm a mad man
(?)
Put you to sleep like the sandman
Give me the throne, I'm
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