| Bitch, go and get your ends up,
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| Kush smoke, floatin out the benz truck
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| 2 shows, I’m a need 10 plus
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| Come through, suck me and my friends up
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| Money, light blue pills and a bunny
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| Bombay gin got me dancing all funny
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| Pull me in the back and let me play with your mouth
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| I’m in the lap dance booth and I ain’t breading her out
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| I get ratchet, leave town over night a package
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| I’m blowing on cookie, way out in Kansas
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| Ask around town boy, I really get down
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| Shit I smoke by the pound boy I keep me some loud
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| I’m with them HBK boys, P-Lo and Su, yeah I’m good with the pack
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| Plus I’m sweet in the booth
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| I got mouth piece chill, I make a freak bitch choose
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| Cartier frames with the LV suit
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| I be rolling through the city, I be riding
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| Thick body benz, bad bitches on the side
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| I get that dough, bitch you know my neck stay froze
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| I’m out here getting these hoes hey
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| I’m a bossman, never care what it’s costin
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| Touching green like Boston
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| I’m a motherfucking bossman, bossman, bossman
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| All I got left is a dollar bill
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| Guess I’m back to the ATM
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| Pull out the max, go back to the club
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| Take her back, pull out some tracks
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| Ah, we make club security nervous, I show up with so many real niggas and they
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| ain’t searching
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| 10 bitches in a suburban
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| They ask me why I’m living, so many say I deserve it
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| Ah, reporting live from the trap, all my partners in the whip with a broad on
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| my lap
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| Whole city on my back, get the shit like kitty litter, niggas don’t know how to
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| act
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| Ah, young suzy da don dada, when I slide through, everybody wanna holla
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| Don’t call me less it’s money from the home of the hyphy but I ain’t nothin
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| near a dummy
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| I be rolling through the city, I be riding
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| Thick body benz, bad bitches on the side
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| I get that dough, bitch you know my neck stay froze
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| I’m out here getting these hoes hey
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| I’m a bossman, never care what it’s costin
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| Touching green like Boston
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| I’m a motherfucking bossman, bossman, bossman
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| Young P-Lo yeah I ride around
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| Pretty bitches big money in my side of town
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| Ballin at the gym while you out of bounds
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| Rollin through the hood you don’t hear a sound
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| I’m a young motherfucker and I’m faded
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| Couple mixed bitches get naked go crazy
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| You ain’t talking money I don’t hear that shit
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| And if she throw the pussy at me I’m a kill that shit
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| Ah, gangstas, pimps, players, hustlers
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| Ballin at the club, make bitches wanna touch us
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| You already know I’m a fucking boss
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| I’s stay dotted, T’s forever crossed
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| Bitches wanna get involved, we don’t talk in bed at all
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| I’m a bossman, hoe I set it off
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| Get money like I set it off
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| Fucking with the gang you are better off
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| I be rolling through the city, I be riding
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| Thick body benz, bad bitches on the side
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| I get that dough, bitch you know my neck stay froze
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| I’m out here getting these hoes hey
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| I’m a bossman, never care what it’s costin
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| Touching green like Boston
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| I’m a motherfucking bossman, bossman, bossman |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bossman , by - Berner. Song from the album Urban Farmer, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп