Lyrics:
all wrong
She's got age on her like she could be my mom
The boss has got the hots for me
And I don't know where to go to
The boss has got the hots for
cut em off till they bleed yeah
Nothing to boss, to a boss, to a G yeah
Ask you one thing
Who do you love, baby
Who do you love, baby
Oooooh
Who do
I’m so thick
I’m so pretty
I’m a boss and I still get gritty
It’s me LaDy-SN3AK
I like to wear Sneaks
My eyebrows on fleek
You should see my physique
Like 24
If you ah broke nigga
Gotta hit the door
BOSS ASS BITCH
Blow the whistle bitch
Blow the whistle bitch
Boss ass bitch
Blow the whistle bitch
for the bag
She a boss like that
And I gotta a lot of Cash
What I'mma do with all these racks
Shawty shake your ass
She gone do it for the bag
lost like you ain’t a boss
Bitch I’ve been thriving
You hate I’m succeeding yea
Bitch tripping on my Headphones
Why you wanna take my Headphones
Can’t
I told them we really be saucy
She wanna ride with a boss B
Don't like em boujie or bossy
Rather the lamb over the rari
Going stupid winnie poo for
gone pull up on boss shit
You not ain't on shit you ain't bought shit
Just got me a check now I'm flossing
This bag that I'm in got me dripping to often
With the ricochet, Ocelot
And I pull up super hot, I go super hard like I'm Juggernaut
Shout out Raad, why you claiming you Big Boss but like
take yo bitch home, before she come get dicked on
Got my white diamonds floss, aye
Wrist on frost, aye
Neck on faucet, bitch on boss, yeah
New shit
Maki écrit Omska compose
Je me sens omme un boss quand je suis dans la bose
Combo fait du sale où que l'on bosse
On se taille à Séville comme Ocampos
Abstract
Lookin' at the bigger picture
I was never liked
I never had anyone to hug me
Hold me tight
I'm a boss now I'm gonna tell you what to do
ton boss il va khalas
Lalala lalalaaaaa
Dans la zone c'est le halaa
Halaaaa Haaalaa Haaalaaaa
Ouais le couz jfais d la mala
Mala mala malaaaa
Ici degun
the boss of this rapping shit
I was at a loss for words when she dipped
Heard he lost her girl
Time for me to slide in
I just ate her coochie, I suggest
Niggas flexing trynna boss
Iced out Rollie's dripping sauce
Ain't no bother bout the cost
Long as money never stop
Niggas flexing trynna boss
You know that I'm drippin
These niggas be slipping
I'm chasing that bag yea I'm trying to get it
I'm drippin in sauce
I move like a boss
A nigga
to a man from the things that I see
She's calling me boss Now I'm feeling weak at the knees
Blood pressure rising when they undress her
She working her body
My team about dough
My team about dough
My team about dough
Ha hahahaaa
My team about dough
Yeah
Boss Don
Got my bloody shoes with my Blazer
Ima self made boss
And i have no workers
I started rapping with a bottle
Never worried bout the struggle
I'm fighting through it all
I'm like God
it if i want
Turnt myself into a boss yea turnt myself into a boss
Girl if you with it im with it
No they cant see us the windows tinted
Keeping it
Call your mama on a first name basis
One time for the money man clock out
One time for the zeros dem pop out
Goin' off you the manager, boss now
Reading
boss lach kaytsab9o
Triple seven, ghatji b jackpot
Ma tgoullich kin3ich, baghi l milli's
3emri taykssiri, fin ghadi ydini
Beep Beep, ja l boss lach
up
Ima boss young nigga and I need options
If You talkin real money then you talkin proper
You got a real hustle so you know you gone prosper
Buss
my boss pissed
Supposed to go smoothly I was on light duties
Them boys in the office they never really knew me
This dude had a background something
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