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how tf - big boss vette lyrics

[chorus: sleazyworld go]
how the f*ck, did i just spend one*fifty/150 on a benz? (sh*t)
how the f*ck, did i spin your block and you let me spin again? (skeet)
how the f*ck, did i just meet her and then i f*cked her friend? (huh)
how the f*ck, did i run up all the m’s from a pan?
how the f*ck? (hey, how the f*ck?)
how the f*ck? (how the f*ck?)
how the f*ck? (hey, how the f*ck?)
how the f*ck? (how the f*ck?)
how the f*ck? (uh*ha)
how the f*ck? (hey, how the f*ck?)
how the f*ck? (come on)
how the f*ck? (come on)
[verse 1: sleazyworld go]
how the f*ck i make it out of them trenches, i ain’t ever dissed a rapper? (huh?)
don’t mеntion my name in none of your songs, i’ll f*ck around and switch a rapper (switch)
shout out boss vеtte
i want my b*tch move just like that (like that)
i want my b*tch move just like her (like her)
i fell in love when i heard, sn*tched, uh (i fell in love)
how the f*ck i make it rappin’? i was just thuggin’, i ain’t have sh*t (sh*t)
switched that semi*auto to a fully, that b*tch start twitchin’, we call it a glitch (we call it glitchin’, glitchin’)
please, don’t ever put my name in none of your mentions (none of your mentions), huh
pretty b*tch and she sn*tch souls, i had to tell her, “get back though” (get back)
opp say he dropped sh*t, them boys be wack as sh*t in they raps though (they cap)

[chorus: sleazyworld go & big boss vette]
how the f*ck, did i just spend one*fifty/150 on a benz? (sh*t)
how the f*ck, did i spin your block and you let me spin again? (skeet)
how the f*ck, did i just meet her and then i f*cked her friend? (huh?)
how the f*ck, did i run up all the m’s from a pan?
how the f*ck?
how the f*ck? how the f*ck? how the f*ck? (ooh*ooh)
how the f*ck? how the f*ck? how the f*ck? (yeah*yeah)
how the f*ck? i don’t know, how the f*ck? (yeah, yeah)
ooh, ayy, big vette

[verse 2: big boss vette]
talking ’bout money, these n*ggas be cap (ooh)
everything real on my body, that’s facts (on god)
ran up some commas, shout out my designer, i’m sh*ttin’ on b*tches all over the map (yeah)
i can’t fake kick it for industry look (at all)
my presence got these made up b*tches shook (f*ck ’em)
i came up from nothing, i used to be bumming, i’m having my way, b*tch, it’s all or it’s nothing
i copped me a foreign, now i got some bragging rights (woo, yeah)
cut that n*gga off, he ain’t acting right
i don’t stand in line on a private flight (at all)
i can’t come for free, gotta pay the price (pay)
n0body knew all them chances i took (on god)
i’m really talented who overlooked (who? who?)
true to this sh*t, i ain’t never been rooked (at all)
i copped me a chain to turn up my look (yeah)
shout out my label, they know i’m a monster (ayy)
coldest b*tch out of my city and roster (ayy)
birthing these b*tches, they stealing my flow and my style
godd*mn, these b*tches imposters
don’t spin the block when you see that i’m up (the f*ck?)
keeping a list of these b*tches, it’s f*ck ’em (f*ck ’em)
hustling backwards, you n*ggas are dumb (yeah)
i got a question
[chorus: sleazyworld go, big boss vette, ]
how the f*ck, did i just spend one*fifty/150 on a benz? (sh*t)
how the f*ck, did i spin your block and you let me spin again? (skeet)
how the f*ck, did i just meet her and then i f*cked her friend? (huh?)
how the f*ck, did i run up all the m’s from a pan?
(hey, how the f*ck?)
(hey, how the f*ck?)
(yeah*yeah)
(come on, yeah, yeah)
(come on, hey, on god)

- big boss vette lyrics

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