Boss Nigga歌词

(Intro)
Can't stop this money flow broke ass ***** never
Hating ass *****
(Verse 1: Juicy J)
I got them shooters on deck, AKs with banana clips
We ain't bout that talking you get smoked like cancer sticks
My ***** only move a real *****s and goons
They don't know how to talk, they only know how to shoot
Dropped a coupla' bands, and get your top peel off
While I'm somewhere with some rich white folks playing golf
My Benz got a hole in the top like a dolphin
I'm on this codeine cause this ***** got me coughin'
From Memphis Tennessee, where it ain't Ten-A-Key
Find a ***** dead in his house, he just a memory (You gone)
*****s starving in these streets, coming for your stash
A gun plus a mask, you do the math
Still stepping on them blocks like hopscotch
Goons on deck shooting like they own a shot clock
Real ***** always counting like a stop watch
Pull them out the toaster, that turn you to a pop tart (*****)
Hundred bandz on a watch, ***** its my time (*****)
We was totin' pistols for school before Columbine (Always)
Juicy J, North Memphis Vet (You know it)
I went in and buy a Corvette and put it on my neck (You know it)
Money talk, you broke *****s is deaf (You know it)
***** I'm blowing on loud, and so is my check (You see it)
Fully automatics, no auto tune
I don't make no diss songs I'm leaving rappers with bullet wounds
(Hook)
Boss *****, I be calling shots (Always)
You shaking ass *****s, be calling cops (They calling)
If I got any problems, I call them shooters (They coming)
My ***** got plenty racks, I call them hooters (They coming) (2X)
(Outro)
Real *****t real spit
Get your money up *****
Yeah
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