| Bossed up, cloaked out
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| They don’t want the smoke now
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| Bossed up, cloaked out
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| They don’t want the smoke now
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| Bossed up, cloaked out
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| They don’t want the smoke now
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| Bossed up, cloaked out
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| They don’t want the smoke
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| Fresh out the hangar, pulling up, purple Wrangler
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| It’s MOF, AKA Eternal Ganga
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| Here to tell you your player card been revoked
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| My nigga EP describe a day up in the cloak
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| Let’s see
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| Blew a check in Reno on Prosecco and the Pino
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| Some pecorino, a little speck in the panino
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| I reckon she know we get respect up in the Dino
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| To Encino, hold up a second cause they seem slow
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| Oh, now let me bring them up to speed
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| Sipping a cup of mead, hard headed nigga take heed
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| A different breed, from Ohio to Medellin
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| The type of shorties who ain’t never rinsing with Biotene
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| Peep the scene, it’s like we’re giving out some free crack
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| It’s motherfucking G Pack
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| I know you seen Matt cause he’s tall and skinny built
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| Anterior pelvic tilt, but in his mind he thinks he’s Wilt
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| Cloaked out boss playa
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| Born and bred to be a woman layer
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| Cloaked out boss playa
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| Born and bred to be a woman layer
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| Cloaked out boss playa
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| Play on playa, play on
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| Cloaked out boss playa
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| Boss player
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| Took you ten years to make your magnum opus
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| But only your lads and your Dad’s mum noticed, baby you’re bogus
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| Now who’s the coldest? |
| under investigative notice
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| The POTUS peeped the modus
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| The boldest up in the showbiz
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| Boss hogg, top dog like C Broadus
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| They bite like fleas, even our enemies quote us
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| Swarming locusts bring the focus to new debacles
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| Perusing brothels, caught pneumonia thats pneumococcal
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| This shit is chock-full
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| Of free game for you to soak up til your socks pull
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| Insulate you from all the bull like some rockwool
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| Incubate you like you’s a preemie
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| You’re soft body, nigga salute me when you see me
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| Make it look so easy but let me tell you 'bout the grind
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| We done walked the line with a Toro walk behind
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| Never stalk a dime, too busy getting steady paid
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| To be joining a family, ready-made
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| You’re talking to a
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| Cloaked out boss playa
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| Born and bred to be a woman layer
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| Cloaked out boss playa
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| Born and bred to be a woman layer
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| Cloaked out boss playa
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| Play on playa, play on
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| Cloaked out boss playa
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| Boss player
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| Cloaked out yeah
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| Boss player, player
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| Bossed up, cloaked out
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| They don’t want the smoke now
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| Bossed up, cloaked out
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| They don’t want the smoke now
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| Bossed up, cloaked out
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| They don’t want the smoke now
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| Bossed up, cloaked out
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| They don’t want the smoke |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cloaked Out Boss Playa , by - The Doppelgangaz. Song from the album Beats for Brothels, Vol. 4, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп