Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Real Boss, artist - Skillibeng. Date of issue: 27.05.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Real Boss |
| Yo, Alvero |
| Yeah |
| Yeah |
| Fuck me like I’m a real boss (Yeah) |
| Bought a Forgi', my wheel cost (Yeah) |
| Top shotta get you knocked off (Yeah) |
| Fuck around, knock your block off (Yeah) |
| Two girls come, top me out (Yeah) |
| Hundred racks, I fucked that up (Yeah) |
| Maybach gon' drop me off (Yeah) |
| Just a million dollars in the loft |
| Yeah, pull up the big mansion with the shottas |
| She was a chicken head, I told her, «Gobble» |
| Ride in the backseat with the chopper |
| I’m smoking up the pound like a rasta |
| Kick a bitch out the crib like soccer |
| Bet you, my shooter pull up in a Honda |
| Bet, you they knock it off for a hundred |
| Big grabba, young nigga get blunted |
| Big mansion, but my bitch got money |
| Me a big boss, pull up and stunt |
| Why he cappin'? |
| He ain’t got no hundreds |
| I was smokin up the pound, I’m blunted |
| That’s a drone, choppa holdin a hundred |
| Niggas fakin', I’ma keep it a hundred |
| If you talkin' 'bout my city, we running |
| Call the shooters, make the pussys start running |
| Smoke out the pound, used to go sell an onion |
| You better get low, my niggas coming |
| It ain’t calypso when we start drumming |
| I got a rich ho', I’m in her stomach |
| You niggas really ain’t talking 'bout nothin' |
| Keeping it with me, I dare you to try shit |
| These niggas saving a hoe they sidekicks |
| I’m talking money and they get it silent |
| Fuck me like I’m a real boss (Yeah) |
| Bought a Forgi', my wheel cost (Yeah) |
| Top shotta get you knocked off (Yeah) |
| Fuck around, knock your block off (Yeah) |
| Two girls come, tap me out (Yeah) |
| Hundred racks, I fucked that up (Yeah) |
| Maybach gon' drop me off (Yeah) |
| Just a million dollars in the loft |
| Yeah, pull up the big mansion with the shottas |
| She was a chicken head, I told her, «Gobble» |
| Ride in the backseat with the chopper |
| I’m smoking up the pound like a rasta |
| Kick a bitch out the crib like soccer |
| Bet you, my shooter pull up in a Honda |
| Bet, you they knock it off for a hundred |
| Big grabba, young nigga get blunted |
| Unuh no ramp with me money (Nah) |
| From ah US gimme all the hundreds (Yeah) |
| Fuck dem gyal (Yeah) |
| Shub me hood all in her tummy (Tummy, yuh sih?!) |
| Brrrrrp |
| Yeah, she bust it (Bust it, yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| She suck my dick then me fuck it |
| Don’t try me, me clip have in thirty (Thirty) |
| Say you badder than me, stop the fuckery |
| Full of courage, now me step out and go make them duppy |
| Dump them in a rubbish (Rubbish) |
| Glock make the place haffi bloody (Bloody) |
| A we have the power like Sonic (Sonic) |
| Gwan like say unuh wicked and tough |
| And a them girl a suck off me cocky (Yeah) |
| So me give her the pouridge (Yeah) |
| The protein shake weh have body |
| She suck off me dick and she give me the sloppy (Sloppy) |
| She mek me bust like me |
| A we have the big Glocks fuck dem gyal and give her me killer (Yeah) |
| Roll up like Armadillo with some blunt where bigger than cigar (Yeah) |
| Fuck me like I’m a real boss (Yeah) |
| Bought a Forgi', my wheel cost (Yeah) |
| Top shotta get you knocked off (Yeah) |
| Fuck around, knock your block off (Yeah) |
| Two girls come, tap me out (Yeah) |
| Hundred racks, I fucked that up (Yeah) |
| Maybach gon' drop me off (Yeah) |
| Just a million dollars in the loft |
| Yeah, pull up the big mansion with the shottas |
| She was a chicken head, I told her, «Gobble» |
| Ride in the backseat with the chopper |
| I’m smoking up the pound like a rasta |
| Kick a bitch out the crib like soccer |
| Bet you, my shooter pull up in a Honda |
| Bet, you they knock it off for a hundred |
| Big grabba, young nigga get blunted |
| I like that, what? |
| I- What? |
| I like that, what? |
| Oh, hey, what? |
| I like that, what? |
| I- What? |
| I like that, what? |
| Oh, hey |