Lyrics Boss - LUD FOE

Boss

No Hooks Part 2 bitch, you know how we rockin' nigga
Get yo' guns up, get yo' funds up
You on that opp shit get mopsticked bitch
I take her where ever she want, 'cus she a boss
No Hooks Part 2 bitch, you know how we rockin' nigga
Get yo' guns up, get yo' funds up
You on that opp shit get mopsticked bitch
I buy whatever I want, 'cus I’m a boss
I take her where ever she want, 'cus she a boss
And I got the shit that you don’t, 'cus I’m a boss
My new whip it cost me a grip, with the exhaust
This foreign coupe came with a roof, I took it off
You used to see me for the free, but now it cost
I can’t fold this bankroll for nothing in the world
You can’t get yo' bitch back for nothing in the world
The security with the shits, she let me in with the stick
And when these diamonds shine so hard I might just blind me a bitch
A nigga put his hands on me?
Somebody dying in this bitch
Them niggas said they gettin' money?
Somebody lied in this bitch
Now all these hoes wanna have babies by me
She a bipolar bitch, yeah she crazy 'bout me
She a doggin' bitch, but I don’t want no rabies by me
Droppin' bombs, you would think I’d have the Navy with me
Tryin' rob my wave, bitch you can’t get wavy with me
Pockets filled with dead people, got Caucasians with me
I be cuttin' up, bitch I got my razor with me
You can try and run, that’s why I got my laser with me
Nigga face to face, 'cus you look like a hater to me
Boy you Swisher Sweet, you jus' Now or Later to me
She do what I say, all my bitches cater to me
She respect my pimpin', so she bought some Gator’s for me
Bought a big house, tell me how many acres you see
My niggas ballin' like I brought the Lakers with me
Take a look around for me, how many fakers you see?
Dope like vanilla, junkies come get flavors from me
Try to take some shorts, you can’t get no favors from me
Niggas sneak diss, but it’s nothin' major to me
4G's on a porch, now that bitch don’t even look like a porch
Do the dash, 'dis bitch fast as hell, all my cars sport
I’m a boss, baby I’m gon' ball, I don’t need a court
Smokin' sets like a Newport, since he came short
Big booty bitch, super thick, bustin' out her shorts
I’m gettin' money nigga, there ain’t shit that I can’t afford
My trunk is in the front, my engine in the rear
Them bitches over there, they lookin' over here
You lookin' for yo' bitch?
I made her dissapear
'Cause baby I’m a boss, let’s get this shit clear
You lookin' for some trouble?
You can get that shit here
Bitch I’m a young boss and I don’t see many bosses in here
I’m finna' make it rain like a water faucet in here
Bitch twerk, twerk, and I’mma make this guap dissapear
You playin' with that merch, I’mma make his top dissapear
Fill that nigga ass up with some hot shit in here
Said «Lil' baby what’s that smell?"She told me «This that new Chanel»
I told her «I'm a boss», she told me «Baby I can tell!»
I like the way she walk, she switchin' in this mothafucka
I’m in a fast truck, with 6's on this mothafucka
Comin' masked up, no witness leave a mothafucka
Boy you’s a pound cake, you softer than a mothafucka
A lot of niggas hate, this often than a mothafucka
I gave that bitch the wrong number back, she salty than a mothafucka
Fuck nigga cross the line, then I’m off in a mothafucka
My bitch finer than wine and she bossier than a mothafucka