| Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah
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| Plus my wrist lit, hey
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| Plus my bitch rich, yeah
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| I’m a big pimp, yeah
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| I talk big shit, yeah
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| We got sticks bitch, yeah
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| We don’t miss shit, yeah uh
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| Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
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| This the boss life, yeah
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| My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
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| Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah
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| I gotta move a clip, in this lil' uzi yeah
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| They like to talk a lot yeah, but we like to mute shit, yeah
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| Pull up and shoot shit yeah, all on the roof and shit, yeah
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| Trap out the Ruth’s Chris yeah, bust down your cuban, yeah
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| Montana, some like Tony Montana
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| Whole lot of drums and bananas
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| I don’t fuck with no rappers
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| I got love for my trappers, yeah
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| Reachin' for my chains see I know blood they gon' wack 'em yeah
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| New spot like the Falcons
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| New drop this the fast one
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| Get some top in the Aston
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| 1.5 in cash, bruh
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| Young fly nigga, they like, «He so handsome»
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| I might slide through in that Rolls Royce Phantom
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| Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah
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| Plus my wrist lit, hey
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| Plus my bitch rich, yeah
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| I’m a big pimp, yeah
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| I talk big shit, yeah
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| We got sticks bitch, yeah
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| We don’t miss shit, yeah uh
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| Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
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| This the boss life, yeah
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| My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
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| Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah
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| My whole cup polluted (drank)
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| Get in that pint and how you can
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| We take the fo from the groupies (woo)
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| I’m drippin', baby, excuse me (drip)
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| Whole lot of gang in here (gang)
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| Northside niggas, no names in here (Nawf)
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| Pinky ring crystal clear, 100k spent on a private Lear
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| 60k solitaire, I cannot vibe with queers
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| I got the heart of a bear (huh)
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| Bustin' them down by the pair
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| Patek Philipe, it’s rare
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| I’m smashin', pullin' her hair
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| Trap fashion, look what I wear
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| It’s a ghost but do not be scared
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| It’s a Wraith with stars in the ceiling, yeah
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| They go ape on them bars catch a body, yeah
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| Let my dick fill in her mouth like it’s a cavity, yeah
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| Sippin' on codeine, floatin' with no gravity yeah
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| Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah
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| Plus my wrist lit, hey
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| Plus my bitch rich, yeah
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| I’m a big pimp, yeah
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| I talk big shit, yeah
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| We got sticks bitch, yeah
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| We don’t miss shit, yeah uh
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| Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
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| This the boss life, yeah
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| My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
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| Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Boss Life, artist - YFN Lucci. Album song Ray Ray from Summerhill, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп