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lirik lagu lil jairmy – boss shit

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[intro]
(ayy, who dat? john gotitt)
yeah

[chorus]
i been on some boss sh~t
switchin’ up my b~tches like my outfits
thirty thousand dollars in my mouth every time i talk sh~t
boss sh~t, uh, traphouse like an outlet
and the sh~t i spent up on my wrist, i could’ve bought a house with
boss sh~t, steady buyin’ cars like where the drought went?
young n~gga really gettin’ paper, i’m talkin’ five bank accounts sh~t
hold up, if it ain’t no three~five, i can’t roll up
just picked my son up in that lam’ truck, he said motherf~ck a stroller, yeah

[verse 1]
whippin’ coca~cola, uh, pockets gettin’ swoler, yeah
motherf~ck the 12 and f~ck the n~ggas that came told ya, yeah
trappin’ bricks of doja, yeah, came from california, yeah
exotic marijuana, iphonе ring like motorola, yeah
i ain’t f~ckin’ with thesе n~ggas, so bossed up, don’t know who to trust now
they told me to go plain jane, but all i know is bustdown
i smoke so many pounds of dro, i probably never come down
i was ‘posed to stop some years ago, i still ain’t put the cup down
i turn up on a p~ssy ho, i swear that i won’t turn down
n~ggas think somethin’ changed ’cause i’m up now
i’ll throw it all away before i stand down
i spend all this sh~t puttin’ them fans down
catch him pants down, it’s a man down
i’m still hands~on when i’m payin’ out
tell ’em run up on me, think i’m playin’ ’round, b~tch
yeah, chopper c~cked, i’ll really, really knock your head off, yeah
gunshots all they hear, rrr, and they sped off, yeah
aimin’ for your top, f~ck n~gga try and knock your dreads
thousand rounds for your big dog, n~ggas gettin’ money and we layin’ law, yeah
[chorus]
i been on some boss sh~t
switchin’ up my b~tches like my outfits
thirty thousand dollars in my mouth every time i talk sh~t
boss sh~t, uh, traphouse like an outlet
and the sh~t i spent up on my wrist, i could’ve bought a house with
boss sh~t, steady buyin’ cars like where the drought went?
young n~gga really gettin’ paper, i’m talkin’ five bank accounts sh~t
hold up, if it ain’t no three~five, i can’t roll up
just picked my son up in that lam’ truck, he said motherf~ck a stroller, yeah

[verse 2]
grew up a lil’ soldier, sh~t got worse as i got older, yeah
mama checked my backpack, found a hitlist in my folder, yeah
in the club high and off freak pack, hundreds so swole that a n~gga can’t fold ’em, yeah
never go against that, i’ma push a n~gga’s sh~t back, he don’t do what i told him, uh
smokin’ on some stanky, yeah, diamonds steady sw~ngin’, uh
wockhardt baby, three hundred a line’s what i’m drinkin’, uh
no heart, showin’ n~ggas love, you won’t make it
treat that lambo’ like a go~kart, i take off like i’m racin’, yeah
whip game is amazin’, save that paper like a mason
my main b~tch, she rockin’ gucci, radric davis, hoes hatin’
i went bought out the d~mn doctor, he ain’t havin’ no patients
quick to draw down with that chopper, we ain’t havin’ no patience, naw
yeah, yeah, lil’ n~ggas kept talkin’ sh~t, went bought that audemar, yeah
lil’ german, treat her foreign like a racing car, yeah
these b~tches eat my d~ck like i’m a superstar
only if these hoes knew the truth, i’m just a dope boy
[chorus]
i been on some boss sh~t
switchin’ up my b~tches like my outfits
thirty thousand dollars in my mouth every time i talk sh~t
boss sh~t, uh, traphouse like an outlet
and the sh~t i spent up on my wrist, i could’ve bought a house with
boss sh~t, steady buyin’ cars like where the drought went?
young n~gga really gettin’ paper, i’m talkin’ five bank accounts sh~t
hold up, if it ain’t no three~five, i can’t roll up
just picked my son up in that lam’ truck, he said motherf~ck a stroller, yeah

[outro]
boss sh~t
n~ggas tired of flexin’ all these cars, that don’t cost sh~t
boss sh~t, boss sh~t
n~ggas tired of flexin’ all these diamonds, they don’t cost sh~t
yeah


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