Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Boss Shit, artist - Payroll Giovanni. Date of issue: 29.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Boss Shit |
| I’m stuntin', switchin' lanes with my nigga Wayne |
| We out, we signed up, we can party every day |
| I do boss shit like cashin' out on anything I see |
| Just copped a new B in a deal wit- |
| Payroll |
| Payroll |
| Payroll |
| Payroll |
| Nigga, I’m a boss, ya chain and the cross |
| All big stones, next day it’s rose gold (Yeah) |
| Respected by my foes, hated by some friends |
| But I just smirk about it in my big body Benz (Ha) |
| Damn, can’t a nigga win without these jealous motherfuckers? |
| Look at all these niggas, bunch of failin' motherfuckers (Look at 'em) |
| You could send 'em on a plane or you could mail the motherfuckers |
| It don’t matter how they came, we still gon' sell the motherfuckers |
| Tried to tell you motherfuckers, stop playin' with a boss |
| You sellin' wolf tickets, but your soul got bought (Yeah) |
| Tied my last on a bag and the load got caught |
| Couldn’t cop to the pluggers, it was nobody’s fault (Damn) |
| Had to bounce back, had to start over from scratch (Yeah) |
| Now I got scratch, you make us reach, we drop stacks |
| Every nigga would be prosperous in some way, it’s all facts (Yeah) |
| Livin' like I went Platinum and I never got a plaque (Never) |
| I do boss shit, hog shit, frostbit |
| Move alone and talk shit, bounce from a loss quick |
| I do boss shit, European in the lot |
| Barely see me on the block, I’m havin' meetings on the yacht (Yup) |
| I do boss shit, big chunks, no pebbles |
| Bossed up at different levels, used to flood different ghettos (Yeah) |
| I do boss shit, make my man into a boss |
| Now his man’s rockin' frost, to me, that’s how the game is taught |
| I do boss shit |
| Been doin' this shit since high school |
| Payroll |
| Payroll |
| Boss shit |
| Wholesale dealer, I don’t sell no fuckin' halves (Nah) |
| Undress it out the wrapper, then the work take a bath (Yup) |
| Used to duck the feds 'til I took a different path |
| Sky dwellin' on my ex face, I’m dwellin' on the past (Bitch) |
| Mixin' heron with some gloves and a mask |
| A hundred thou' cash in a Louis duffle bag |
| What you gon' do with that? |
| 'Bout to turn it into two, too |
| 'Cause if I fall off, I can’t depend on you (Nah) |
| It be the cat that ain’t acknowledged talkin' like he want a problem |
| I ain’t know that you exist, boy, you soundin' like a bitch |
| You be frownin' in a bucket, I’ll be smilin' in a six |
| Bitch, it’s DBC for life, I never found another clique |
| I do boss shit, hog shit, frostbit |
| Move alone and talk shit, bounce from a loss quick |
| I do boss shit, European in the lot |
| Barely see me on the block, I’m havin' meetings on the yacht (Yup) |
| I do boss shit, big chunks, no pebbles |
| Bossed up at different levels, used to flood different ghettos (Yeah) |
| I do boss shit, make my man into a boss |
| Now his man’s rockin' frost, to me, that’s how the game is taught |
| I do boss shit |
| I’m a boss that came in it frosty |
| All rose gold, I be stuntin' on these hoes |
| Five hundred on my toes, fifteen on my wrist |
| Eleven on my neck and your ho on my dick |
| I flip money quickly and my niggas hood rich |
| We stay doin' hood shit, I iced out the hood quick |
| Niggas lookin' for a link thinkin' they gon' link me |
| 'Cause the K’s iced out and I froze the fifty |