Lyrics:
the bosses girl.
My diamond, envy of all ya friends
Big moves that we're making.
Got us on top of the world
Your the bosses girl
(I love you baby) Ohh
chilling baby I been sipping sprite
Pick a side Off right I been drinking
But you know that its gone be all right
That's what she telling me
Swear to god man
of his window
There that bitch is right there just
Out there takin' a stroll
They looked at each other and froze
But got up really slow
"Which one is he
a couple minutes in town
A couple hundred bitches around
So baby go on and get us a round
'Cause I got all my niggas around
Celebrate
We partying, yeah got
give em big energy
I got fifty eleven fella on my line with the drama
Wife jawn want me to be they baby mama
I transform playa I am every woman
I I need
give em big energy
I got fifty eleven fella on my line with the drama
Wife jawn want me to be they baby mama
I transform playa I am every woman
I I need
gone, nigga wrong Only out for the scrilla, that's my fetty, boss One-eight-seven ain't nothing but spaghetti sauce Cross me you pay all costs here's one
n' whop this
guy up side the head n' make all sorts of money."
Ol' Jack says "That's groovy baby.
That's really groovy you give me a ticket
watching might wanna make romance
(Yeah, uh-huh, talk about it now)
Move your body, ooh baby, and dance all night
To the grooving, feel all right
(Yeah,
featuring Juvenile
(B.G.)
Ohh man, you fuck that girl friend
Verse 1: (Juvenile)
Girl look at you, with you big fine A$$
ain't M.R.B.
You ain't living right
No major count in our bank account
But We On It
No big bills, and no big wheels
But We On It
You can keep your doubt
know I been your idol
Big bank, sparkin' weed without a lighter
On fire 'cause I'm just a different writer
Practicin' social distance with all these
mothers still struggle
To pay the bills
Some baby fathers don't wanna raise their kid
They'd rather raise stainless steel
And be caged or killed, that's
We ain't rappin' till they pay us, is that real?
We got babies
We got bills
Put your hands up in the air if you know how I feel
And let it out (let
they see me, they hope that I say hi
I would never judge you, baby, you don't have to lie
I'ma do this shit to the day that I die
They all look up
on the roof, mane (Gucci gang)
Savage got shooters in the booth, mane (that's it right there, Gnealz)
This nigga talkin' crazy 'bout who, mane?
Shot a pussy
Landslide Alabama on my way to Savannah
[Chorus]
I said I woke up this morning headache this big!
Pay all these damn bills feed all these damn kids
is a simple and serious rule
That if you are punished it cannot be cruel
My favorite amendments nine and ten
Say all other rights
Not mentioned
Nah, they can't do what i do
Yeah I shutdown functions and make big moves
Told em all that i won't stop grinding
And they all think that I got signed
I
[Chorus]
[Bushwick Bill]
Back to Juanita, the peter eater
This bitch swallowed my sperm by the 2-liter
She said that my dick tasted much sweeter yeah
Baby
with a short fuse
I'm a freighttrain, bullet, knife, running right through
The bell tolls
For you and yours
Pay your bills
Face the lord
many diamonds on, I look awesome (ice, get right)
Yeah, after I hit that hoe, she need a walker (smash, get right, uh)
I done shook them problems off,
more bills in this
Bankin' his babies be blingin' and his boo be that big booty!
Big bust! Be in his benzo bronze and get big bucks!
I'm a black
(that's right)
Aight? Is that aight with you?
Yeah, keep bangin'
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
Throw your hands in the air, if you's a true
.jpg/259px-Big_Bill_Broonzy_(1951_publicity_photo).jpg "Big Bill Broonzy")
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