Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song BO$$, artist - DJ PharrisDate of issue: 13.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
BO$$ |
| Show 'em who the boss, when you niggas gonna learn |
| Show 'em who the boss, when you niggas gonna learn |
| Show 'em who the boss, when you niggas gonna learn |
| Niggas robbing, niggas banging, niggas slangin' down here |
| Niggas robbing niggas slanging |
| Gangbanging 'round here |
| I woke up this morning got bored |
| Then said fuck, we’re spendin' a mil |
| I got too many spots, I forgot where I live |
| Besides the holla tips, I don’t got shit to give |
| She gone on the pills, I’m gone on the mills |
| I still got deals, with my vacuum sealed |
| 70k for plain jane Patek |
| I might pull up on your bitch in a chevy |
| Walking with a limb, with my pockets real heavy |
| Give you 50 pounds, see how fast you can sell it |
| Meet me at Harold’s Chicken on 87 |
| Parked in the drop on the side by the docks |
| VVS rocks, all in my watch |
| Real trap nigga, bitch this is where I’m hot |
| Fucked your bitch and her friend on a yacht |
| Cartiers on, finger on the Glock |
| Hit that bitch bad but she still a thot |
| Fuck her from the back 'till she begged me to stop |
| Born in Chiraq, got rich in Memphis |
| Pull like John Gotti but I keep it pimping |
| Prometh' before codeine, yea that’s what I’m sippin' |
| 50 a show and he’s still independent |
| Millions and millions on top of more millions |
| That’s Paper Rap Business, yeah Paper Rap Business |
| We shoot to kill, nah we ain’t missin' |
| My whole closet, it was made in Italy |
| Slam dunk a 100 pack like Michael Philly |
| Show 'em who the boss, when you niggas gonna learn |
| Show 'em who the boss, when you niggas gonna learn |
| Show 'em who the boss, when you niggas gonna learn |
| Show 'em who the boss, when you niggas gonna learn |
| Niggas robbing, niggas banging, niggas slangin' down here |
| Cross in this game ass burned |
| Sitting a the red light, 40 on my lap I’m like |
| Should I bust a left or right, grab a hoe and go get a bite like |
| And I got a foreign outside, she suck it while we go on a ride |
| Real street nigga, yeah |
| You can see it in my eyes bitch |
| Why you acting surprised |
| Tote a baby draco my son’s size |
| In the trap, I’m serving cakes and pies |
| Whole beef I got a mack with fries |
| Mashed up, I want a nigga to die |
| 4 season that means I pack the ride |
| Baby lil' Glock in the back of the ride |
| Hop in the back the Maybach and I slide |
| Thank you darling, yappity die |
| They track you, don’t |
| Then making peace, bitch I’m clappin' the five |
| Chopper down my |
| Pull up surf to trap and drive |
| Sliding in this Benz bitch my |
| Police behind me its time to decide |
| Still in the stu and its 3 in the morning, I just wake back up from my nap |
| cause I’m high |
| Walking in and gribbing 8 prolly 9 |
| Bitch nagging me, I ain’t fucking cuz I’m tired |
| Broke as fuck you grabbin shit all of the store |
| It’s too high you can’t even buy |
| It’s a city game, niggas a fifty, who know, you can’t even lie |
| Show 'em who the boss, when you niggas gonna learn |
| Show 'em who the boss, when you niggas gonna learn |
| Show 'em who the boss, when you niggas gonna learn |
| Niggas robbing, niggas banging, niggas slangin' down here |