lirik lagu bossman dlow – i4 music
n~gga
p~ssy
yeah
(gentle beatz)
yeah
[chorus: bossman dlow]
n~gga talkin’ my trap open, my trap ain’t never closed (n~gga)
i’m a bully in the kitchen, i keep beatin’ up the ‘bow (n~gga)
he keep pullin’ out two racks, i just spent that in the store (p~ssy)
i can make a fifty quick, that’s like five shows
pull up in a— how the f~ck i’ma drive slow? (n~gga)
smokin’ on that— got my eyes low (on ‘za)
you keep doin’ all that hatin’, your ass gon’ die broke (p~ssy n~gga)
jumped in the i8 (yoom), jumped on i~4 (yoom)
[verse 1: bossman dlow]
i don’t need a bodyguard, i got gang with me, n~gga (p~ssy n~gga)
chain half a brick, pinky ring hittin’, n~gga (p~ssy)
i don’t condone that ho sh~t, don’t put my name in it, n~gga
plug gave me the whole— shh, did my thing with it, n~gga
i got 20/20 vision, still don’t see a n~gga ass
pullin’ up 2023, i’m ready to leave a n~gga ass
you wanna grab some plates? i’ll feed a n~gga ass
brodie got thе broomstick, ready to sweep a n~gga ass
[chorus: bossman dlow]
n~gga talkin’ my trap open, my trap ain’t nevеr closed (n~gga)
i’m a bully in the kitchen, i keep beatin’ up the ‘bow (n~gga)
he keep pullin’ out two racks, i just spent that in the store (p~ssy)
i can make a fifty quick, that’s like five shows
pull up in a— how the f~ck i’ma drive slow? (n~gga)
smokin’ on that— got my eyes low (on ‘za)
you keep doin’ all that hatin’, your ass gon’ die broke (p~ssy n~gga)
jumped in the i8 (yoom), jumped on i~4 (yoom)
[verse 2: loe shimmy]
once he play, i send ’em (i send ’em in)
hit the road with twenty ‘bows, took trackers out the rental (i did)
my b~tch hate when i be geeked off drugs, i need it for my mental (i’m geeked up out my body)
take these bracelets, i go thirty ball, plug gio on my denim (i am, yeah)
yeah, i’m a rap~trappin’, gate~whippin’, chicken~flippin’
in here cuttin’ slabs, got mama mad from f~ckin’ up her kitchen
my left wrist so dumb, it cost a ticket, my b~tch bad, i’m picky
she put so much coca up her nose, i save her under whitney
b~tch, i’m rappin’, trappin’, sellin’ lows, go up the road and send ’em (i am)
we got b~tton on back of every pole, i got more ass than titty
got b~ttons like the navy (frrt)
we reach in our stash and i throw them racks, then go ‘head, bust it, baby (then go ‘head, bust it, baby)
i’m in too deep, i love to creep, i’m happy when i’m faded (i think i’m in too deep)
man, d keep beatin’ down my door, i thought that was the raiders (i thought that was the raiders)
these rappers can’t even f~ck with me, ain’t doin’ no debatin’ (no one can f~ck with z)
if i shoot my shot, then i won’t miss, bae, call me jayson tatum (swish)
yeah (yeah)
[chorus: bossman dlow]
n~gga talkin’ my trap open, my trap ain’t never closed (n~gga)
i’m a bully in the kitchen, i keep beatin’ up the ‘bow (n~gga)
he keep pullin’ out two racks, i just spent that in the store (p~ssy)
i can make a fifty quick, that’s like five shows
pull up in a— how the f~ck i’ma drive slow? (n~gga)
smokin’ on that— got my eyes low (on ‘za)
you keep doin’ all that hatin’, your ass gon’ die broke (p~ssy n~gga)
jumped in the i8 (yoom), jumped on i~4
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