Lyrics:
And any time I hit her, I pull on her hair as well
Chaapan ndey am, holaal ndoh, I had it wet like water
She said, "Boy, don't swear, 'cause you Boss
Head, chest, back and belly belly, now the drill's on telly
We don't touch kids R Kelly, I'm tryna do man's like boss like Belly
(I'm tryna do man's
horse
I put the flour in the sauce
You can't deny I am the boss
Belly up high, I am Rick Ross
Flip my whole world no planet (Flip)
Top of the mountain
tek yuh pain or bring yuh loss
Mi a di one dem call di boss
Belly stick out fatta, fartha dan Rick Ross
Mi taking wah fi mi, nuh mind di cost
Eff yuh
and Glock nine when we open up fye fast money fast cars get yo head took off you gotta take some loses in it just to become a boss
From the belly
about the steak?)
Watch it now, me now sight the rate
(Try tripe boss?)
Hold me belly when I pull me pipe
(Alright what about the pork?)
Hush your
shit is so hilarious
Bitches so scandals, boss
I have my original cost
I am so lyrical, boss
Feeding my belly big boss, Rick Ross
Chasing this bag at all
you question who's better? The world is still mine
Tattoos real with "God's Son" across the belly
The boss of rap, you saw me in "Belly" with thoughts
The world is still mine
Tattoos real with "God's Son" across the belly
The boss of rap, you saw me in "Belly" with thoughts like that
To take it back
Tattoos real with "God's Son" across the belly
The boss of rap, you saw me in "Belly" with thoughts like that
To take it back to Africa, I did it with
better? The world is still mine
Tattoos real with "God's Son" across the belly
The boss of rap, you saw me in "Belly" with thoughts like that
To take it
Tattoo's real, with "God's Son"
Across the belly, the boss of rap
You saw me in Belly with thoughts like that
To take it back to Africa
I did it with Biggie
Tattoos real with "God's Son" across the belly
The boss of rap, you saw me in "Belly" with thoughts like that
To take it back to Africa, I did it with
imagine
Get that money son
Boss
Beer belly
Rick Ross
Over the rope
I'm toss
Look at my purchase
Sticky like Peter Park
I'm a go get lost
Feel like the big
Big Belly on that Rick Ross shit
I think she lost
Meet me in my telly lets get loss bih
I think she lost it
Lil baby want a young nigga on boss shit
She
come again)
Okay na rasta
Gun fire chasing man
I wanna smoke em all
Talking to the boss yeah
Who the motherfucker
Big belly shuga daddy
Like a panda
and it's over...
(NO WARNINGS!)
Say my name and it's over...
(NO WARNINGS!)
Say my name and it's...
Come and step into the ring with the big belly boss
Of the great
Of the great anti-hate
Spring time is war time
All eyes to the crime boss
Electric guitar string
Belly flowers
Tell yuh boss seh carry belly
Seh me nuh carry feelings, but be carry di Benelli
So chat unnuh feel like to what unnuh feel like
Yuh dead when mi
on the roof make a wish
Cash out my bag flip it quick
I'mma Big Mac
3 buns
Mob boss status
Fat belly rubs
Eating pasta
Chewing tums
Lobster tail
Filet mignon
a nigga got a belly (Boss)
I walk with a bounce coz my pockets kind of heavy
Yeah let's go let's go, ay got a problem with me young nigga let's go ay
Ye
like a deli
Left it in her mouth, but she want it in her belly
Boss nigga, really aint shit you can tell me
Smoking on this green like its healthy
been a boss from the belly
They just talk like Regis and Kelly
Niggas blocked don't hit up my celly
I can't stop these niggas is jelly
Niggas hate but I
Die hard, try hard, take a step in my yard
If you stepping up to me, all you smell is right guard
Call me triple B I'm the big belly boss
If I die today
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