Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Boss Freestyle, artist - Meek Mill. Album song Flamers, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.07.2012
Record label: Believe
Song language: English
Boss Freestyle |
A little nigga in the field, was doing big things |
Big hammers, big work, and had a big team |
It was popping round the time we had it in green |
Yeah we was dirty, narcs tryna sweep the strip clean |
Plus we had that white girl, you know, that Christine |
Aculera, that should dare her, make a rich fiend |
Go broke tryna fix dreams |
Watching niggas cook the coke it looked like whipped cream |
And I was tryna get cake (I was hungry) |
My old head would tell me just wait |
But I was crooked, tryna get straight |
The hundreds with the big face |
The money made me feel great |
Like Tony the Tiger, when he get flakes |
Talking the frosted ones |
My heart was so cold had to defrost my lungs |
Getting high, was paranoid and going hard with guns |
Ready to squeeze on any nigga with ease |
Nightmares of being murdered I believed |
How the judge gon blame me |
Cause when them niggas come to kill me nobody gon save me |
Label me a felon ‘fore you label me as telling |
Upstate jail and tuna soup and getting melon |
Tell em, was raining yesterday but now it’s hailing |
It’s death up in the air, you can smell it |
Man they got the reaper round the corner tryna catch a body |
The hungry youngins up the street they tryna catch somebody |
Slipping, they got their smith and they gon stretch some bodies |
If they don’t get paid, somebody gon get sprayed |
And one love to my niggas in the twist cage |
No commissary chow without the lid tray |
Guard spit in it, but you can feel your rib cage |
Touch it so you’re like fuck I got to live today |
You niggas fucking with them hoes, I’m fucking with them Benjis |
I be cutting up them O’s, fucking with that stove |
That shit you made last week, I fucked it up on clothes |
Spend half of that on Prada and the other half on dros |
Woah! |
(woah Meek Milly!) |
I said nigga do you, Imma do me |
That haze it got him in the zone like a 23 |
Them niggas need a smoke, we got that oohwee |
Purp by the pound, ounces of the sour D |
We 32'd the Glizzy’s, compact to max |
Sliding through they hood, tinted down, back to back |
Looking for these pussys, now where these faggots at |
Skis, dickies, and hoodies show where they trapping at |
Murder murder graveyard, funeral service for em |
Embalming fluid, obituary and hearses for em |
That choppa do him, his mama mourning and hurting for him |
We collect bosses, they flunkies, whoever working for em |
Yeah, Meek motherfucking Milly |
You niggas know what it is |
BH we straight to the motherfucking day that I die nigga |
Free my nigga lil |
GT franchise we got the game on motherfucking lock |
And if you think you fucking with me nigga, hit that stu' hard |
And get your fucking game right |
Plain and simple |
Boss |