| I’m not lazy I’m bossy, I don’t feel like moving
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| In-in-in the fast lane but I proved it, I’m cruisin'
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| I-I hear niggas sayin' I don’t write my own music, amusin'
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| I get on these beats and abuse 'em
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| My niggas doin' time, I can never make excuses
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| Thirty for a show, they don’t owe no restitution
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| It’s paid off, took a day off to get my head right
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| He on me like some headlights but I’m trying to see what that head like
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| Hair laced, nails laced
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| Bitches sick, stale face
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| (White, white) White ice, (Red, red, red) red Rraith
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| Cut 'em off, why? |
| They dead weight
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| Ever had to buy your neighbor house to stash money in
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| Steppin' in some Louis that I just brought with two hundred tens
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| Bitches in my hood paying homage like im Lil Kim
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| Old niggas all on my line playin', «Remember when»
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| Nigga, would you, boss up?
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| Started off small, told myself it’s time to boss up
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| Took a lil' minute, I ain’t quit, I just bossed up
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| Pulled up in that, «Oh my fuckin' God», look who bossed up
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| Bitch, would you, boss up?
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| Started off small, told myself it’s time to boss up
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| Took a lil' minute, I ain’t quit, I just bossed up
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| Pulled up in that, «Oh my fuckin' God», look who bossed up (Yeah, yeah)
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| Bosses in the building, I am one of them
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| HGM member, all the strippers be in love with them (Yeah)
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| I’m smellin' like a hundred M’s with eighty on me
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| Twenty-five rich, Forgianos throw the 'Cedes on me
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| Who hatin' on me? |
| Ayy, tell them niggas run they chicken up
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| Chopper city wood, tell them niggas put them nickles up
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| We throwin' alley hoops to the youngins, that’s how you big 'em up
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| The type of nigga to let his dawg fall, should’ve picked em up (Ayy)
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| Everybody 'round this bitch eatin'
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| Buss down Rollie, compliment a nigga pieces
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| Ain’t wait for them to feed me, went to get it and that’s on Jesus
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| I really bleed this shit to motivate the demons
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| Bitch, would you, boss up?
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| Started off small, told myself it’s time to boss up
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| Took a lil' minute, I ain’t quit, I just bossed up
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| Pulled up in that, «Oh my fuckin' God», look who bossed up
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| Bitch, would you, boss up?
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| Started off small, told myself it’s time to boss up
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| Took a lil' minute, I ain’t quit, I just bossed up
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| Pulled up in that, «Oh my fuckin' God», look who bossed up
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| Power plays, put the label in my own name
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| Built my own brand
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| Stacked it up and spent my own change
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| Power moves got me dancin' like this the soul train
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| Cali plug got me rollin' woods out of whole thang
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| Jazz on a plane conversatin' with the pilot
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| Fuck the destination we wanna know, can we buy it?
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| Gettin' money better than therapy you should try it
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| Open to the public but I really board private
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| White buffs, rock call it Miss Mulatto’s
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| Black amigos, we like tattoos and tacos
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| Feelin' macho, big clips, big chops
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| For whoever want it some, like I got a big pop
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| Used to go to school with you, you was never tough
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| Molly took the same route but she was never touched
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| 'Member sittin' on the steps but I stepped it up
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| (We some) We some real bodybuilders come and flex with us
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| Bitch, would you, boss up?
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| Started off small, told myself it’s time to boss up
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| Took a lil' minute, I ain’t quit, I just bossed up
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| Pulled up in that, «Oh my fuckin' God», look who bossed up
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| Bitch, would you, boss up?
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| Started off small, told myself it’s time to boss up
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| Took a lil' minute, I ain’t quit, I just bossed up
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| Pulled up in that, «Oh my fuckin' God», look who bossed up |