Lyrics:
things
She's the boss
My head is in your heart
She's the boss
You've gotta work this out
She's the boss
Do you know where to start?
I heard a song by Mick
big timin'
Lil' nigga you ain't boss enough
Lil' nigga you ain't boss enough
Shawty want a ryda and I be rydin'
Always workin hard yeah I put the time
I'm a boss, I'm a boss, holding my weight, Rick Ross, you ain't never seen drip with sauce, know that ima always win, I'm a boss
you want money, I
you keepin ya bread? Where you keepin ya coins
Where you keepin ya bread? Where you keepin ya coins
Aye, money only wanna be held by a boss nigga
Money
of the lost
Come twerk it for a boss
Land of the lost
Come twerk it for your boss, girl
Land of the lost
Come twerk it for a boss
Land of the lost
Come twerk it
thinks I'm handsome (ouh yeah)
Yeah
Shorty is a boss and she got her own tribe (wouh)
Got her own tribe (yeah), cuz shorty on fire (fire)
She never took
Right here in Boss City
Yeah
See I can pick you up
And put you on
Right here in Boss City
Yeah
Where the sun
Go shining off the chrome
Right Here in
of mine and as I walked thru the grave yard
I noticed this man kneeling down by the grave of a child
And in his hand he held a big red rose and tears were
in
Can't you see it's a cryin' shame?
(Forgive them)
Leadership fails before it begins
Motivated by personal gains
(Forgive them)
Tempers flare
looking
Like Ronda Rousey
While she getting finished
I'm just chilling
Tryna write like Mya
Still Inspired
Best of me
We haven't seen it
So how I could give
wanna hound
(I mean)
That's what I mean by Detroit's Finest, like
I ain't just talkin' 'bout me, I represent home
I was there the first eighteen years
nigga
Twitter fingers gonna get ya face booked
You could tell by the look on his face SHOOK
Choppa big enough to get his face took
We got that flame
out by all this hate
Make one wrong move
it gets so very tragic
Time flying by
it's gonna hit right as we panic
Makes me want to die
but every
taken just by going outside
(James Lee Alexander, Pamela Turner, Sean Bell, Bobby Russ, Torrey Robinson)
You know we can not run away no there's nowhere
the real thing
You the one I want
You the one I want (Baby)
You the one I want
You the one I want (Baby)
Pretty as a picture
Painted by the stars
You
you're fine
You probably go through this like all the time
You probably get approached by a thousand guys
Have you been with one from the 949
To the 714
ain't got part two, wafe's oh smooth proves you're Godsend
I just wanna wake up by you, everything you want give you double
Ibiza tickets for two, we make
right, yeah (Oou, Yeah)
She get me right
Uh, uh (Gang)
Posted with my brothas
We just right here by the corner store, yeah
Got some dope on me
I got my
zakrwawione serce płacze
Znowu mam „tournée" po łapie
Przestać skamleć przecież to nie miało tak być
Przecież mya jednak już oddzielnie
Przepowiednie raczej się
Headshots only!!
Fuck Blue lives!!
Collect them like trophies, check the archives
How many die by law enforcement?
How many are sick of emotional
try it again
Brought checks that can buy me a Benz
And for the rumors I'ma cut it short right now, look
Me and Mya, we just friends
I'm Silkk, the,
I'll win every race every week
I'll overtake death by the skin of my teeth
Only by the skin of myÂ…
Burning Like a meteor
Through the letter box
[Sonny Cheeba]
Not feel ya ma, Pimp fire
Shot vodka gotcha
Get higher
Bang on chest, King Kong flame mya
Tap my cane swing long magic wire
Straight out
me Forrest I'm feeling like bubba in the jungle
Nice by nature in a world ready 2 rumble
I've been training for a war that I dont wanna
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