Lyrics:
we floss like that
And you ain't really been with a boss like that
They just wanna hate
Sahara doing great
With Tee on the track
Bring it right back
really I’m lost in my ways
You ask if I rather be with you or single
That’s choosing a boss or a slave
Really I’m trynna be nice
I’m turning to ice
I look good
But I look better by myself
He chasin' me
But I don't need nobody else
Twenty-one
Bad bitch on my own
Ain't worried bout another nigga
garbage
Need a clean apartment
Got me off-beat tryna play Peter Parker
All the blue chips moved in
Marcus perusing thru self-help books by the cool kids
to doubt me I'm the boss, you know the man wit it
Taking off I go Lebron, I'm gone, I'm A wiggins
Skrrtting off the twin exhausts my sauce I stay dripping
do it do it do it
Bitch do it
I want a nigga yeah a real boss
Like he rick Ross
One that never really tripping
On what hair cost
I need fendi by
supporter hat
Strapped so these niggas abiding by me now
That was yo last mutha fucking straw
I'm 99 overall I should wear overalls and chew a straw wita
I'm a boss
Cold hearted I don't trust a bitch
Give me 20 I can make a mill. You don't have to think about a bill
She gave me sloppy toppy (Yey ye)
She
to take a loss
You aint talking to the employee, bitch you talking to the boss
If I see it and I like it, give no fuck about the cost
Jewelry dripping on me
from vapes
Chased by jakes, the same face and mug shots they took yesterday
And every day I see a reason to smile
Pop a bottle and pop a throttle is my
then I sing a hook
Fuck you one time for the history
Then I don't come back I'm a mystery
Cheer for me
Toss a beer for me
Imma do it by myself this is
się nie liczy ile hajsu jest w kiermanie
A zegarkom Hugo Bossa jest najładniej na wystawie
Akceptuje homo Boss na Fred'ie Perry
Armani na polo top na
got a fur I don't get affected by cold
Yeah
I ain't scared of shit
I don't think too much when I write or I spit
I just wanna say the truth but it cost
fame yeah she know she with a boss
I’m protected by the lord I wear my cross
If it’s time to go I’m ready for my opps
Yeah I’m ready for my
Sneaky links
got you girl, hands won’t slip
By my side buy you new drip
No taking ls, just weekend trips
Oh you boujee now u wanna champagne sip
Back it naughty
Boss
and shot me too
Lay down the law I’m a boss for you
I took the juice gave the sauce to you
They crossed me so I’ll never cross on you
They lost me just hope
the lab
Lil nigga I'm back
What you think about that
Coz this flow is just mad
Imagine
All that time went by
I was holding it back
And they ain't happy with
boss
Yeah, yeah, yeah, y'all
Yeah-yeah-ya'll
I don't like the way you shine
Like Orange Glo, you spread like slime
You polish off the cash
From every
shit needa wrap it up condom
He mad cuz I took his bitch in my honda
Presidential tent slide by like Obama
They Keep telling me to drop you would’ve
Niggas didn't try to help me
I was out by myself
I needed someone
I needed some help
But fuck all that
Had boss up stay strong
Guard up
Come up
Nigga
brains
Girl I'll neva switch up on you won't A damn thang change
Except the figures in the bank and The spelling of your name
Girl you know that you a boss
dreams on ice
Goddam that can't be nice
My nigga goddam that can't be life
Working a shitty job, for a shitty pay
For a boss who puts a price
On your
Yeah
Yeah, you never know
Uh, yeah, you never know
Feeling special I got blessings
And they're raining down upon me
Boss level, play the sound
I'm
Diamonds they dancing on me
Bitch I'm a don you get what I mean
I am a boss so its all about cream
Cece that bitch so the noticing me
I get to the bag I do
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