Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bosses, artist - Rv. Date of issue: 01.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bosses |
| Said he’s on me, he ain’t thinking right |
| Anytime that I grip and slide, that’s tinted rides with things inside |
| You ain’t never rid so much in a week that your dinger had engine lights |
| Man smoke boys in my section, fam I don’t roll with no kitchen knife |
| These hollow tips work like Kryptonite |
| I don’t care if he’s hench like Armz, calm, put on my bally like Swarmz |
| Leather gloves over my palms, I go make that beat like Carns |
| Can’t Trapmash, get whacked for that dance |
| Score points when I get the chance |
| Them man can’t win the war, get bored in the like France |
| Pots and pans, we ain’t pounding yam, man’s pounding white |
| See my man then boom, bang, would’ve been a scrap but I roll with 9s |
| Bro said just rap don’t ride, give me a 9 and give me a bike |
| Bad one wanna be bae, she can’t even be my side |
| OT on tour, done miles, bare rice and peas in the house |
| I can’t let man draw me out, I got all this sauce and style |
| Everyday drip and drown, the bros are more than foul |
| I was OT for weeks, I might be on tour right now |
| They’re looking at me like it must be nice |
| Cah I just stepped out my whip with a sexy bitch and she hugged me tight |
| Came a long way from making those flips and taking those trips to the |
| countryside |
| She said that she love and she wan' cuff me but I don’t trust these lies |
| Cah I know that she got a man, and she knows that I got them bands |
| If you come check my pockets, all of my set are bosses |
| The finest whips, designer drip, we don’t buy creps from Office |
| Anytime we rise the ting, opps know what time it is |
| You would’ve thought our skengs had watches |
| Jump in the whip, turn on my phone |
| Mish and mash, in and out that trap, getting all this prof' from crow |
| I don’t know Bart Simpson or Homer, all I know is dough |
| Delete my number, my ex can’t keep my jumper, I left that bitch in the cold |
| Cold, got a brick in the back so I can’t take the long way home |
| Home, I was flat on my face 'till my money got long like a shotgun nose |
| These niggas don’t get no P’s, lying in the freezer, everything froze |
| Feeling like Escobar 'cause of all this weight I sold |
| Sticks and stones, big weight |
| And I’m lifting loads, in late |
| From the kitchen stove, quick change |
| In the different clothes |
| Bro said that’s mum for the seasoning, beg man try use a different bowl |
| Londis, we got bits in bulk |
| Bosses, not like Rick, no |
| Think out of the coat like watch this |
| Drop that full in his coccyx |
| Spinner holds five, in fact, that’s a hot six |
| Got wads in, couldn’t be whatless |
| On the crud like Mr Wot is |
| Smoke for a paigon, agnostic |
| Cookie my fragrance, chip chocolate |
| Kicking my lungs in with drop kicks |
| OT, took a trip with chopsticks |
| They’re looking at me like it must be nice |
| Cah I just stepped out my whip with a sexy bitch and she hugged me tight |
| Came a long way from making those flips and taking those trips to the |
| countryside |
| She said that she love and she wan' cuff me but I don’t trust these lies |
| Cah I know that she got a man, and she knows that I got them bands |
| If you come check my pockets, all of my set are bosses |
| The finest whips, designer drip, we don’t buy creps from Office |
| Anytime we rise the ting, opps know what time it is |
| You would’ve thought our skengs had watches |