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three fingers - bossy lyrics

momma b*tching
cuz i left the house
forgot the stove on
residue all over counter
look like a show room
got a tester doing angels
and it not not snowing
whip it in front of ya face
call that b*tch shogun

i gotta show gun
for a n*gga that try and test
get ya bell rung
like it’s dinner time, chicken beast
i play wit the fire, federline burn through a check
when these bills stacking up
the work gotta bench press

buck 50 with the razor
gave a n*gga a chin check
blood on my alpaca
tell a b*tch n*gga blot that

louie belt hold the mack up
n*gga back up
r. i. p. in parentheses, like it’s fashion
i got a scope on the gun
i can peep your actions
transaction
bout to show you right where i’m from
other side of chaske
rob a n*gga n*gga bare face pp
cuz i’m bout to blast em
pop a n*gga then i dip
got the bolt track speed

odc sweater rocking n*gga, in the street
call me fish grease
might f*ck around pop a n*gga
that’s the consequence
n*gga tried to hop the fence
tore his f*ckin back up
n*gga never walk again
should of called for back up

gg is my only friend
when she feeling empty
wipe the sh*lls
load her, feeling like her self again
ya b*tch was rocking cheetah print
f*cked her with a lamb skin
allergic to the lubricant
her p*ssy lake placid

she like the way my wrist work
and how i back hand it
i’m swinging work left and right
i’m trapping out a hammock
when i need the plug to reimburse
he pitch it underhanded
send my b*tch to pick it up and bring it back
she’s outstanding
i got gs like i went to grambling
you’ll only catch me on my knees
when a n*gga gambling
in the court of common please
for some sh*t your man did
you ate the cheese
couldn’t do a 3 month sentence

the difference tween you and me
i’m running hopping fences
in high school i was a hurdler
so i’m kinda use to it
i don’t take advise from n*ggas
if it’s easy i say you do it
the struggle like ya b*tch
muf*cka i done been through it

hasta la vista
you n*ggas can’t see us
east*side where we be
3 fingers throw my e’s up
p*ssy n*gga better ease up
got a mack ain’t talking diesel trucks
i don’t know who gassed him up
supreme hoodie hammer tucked
i’m out for blood dracula
date a n*gga calendar
take em out, knuckle sandwich
wish a n*gga stand me up
i ain’t gotta park the whip
drive it like it’s stolen
with the canon hanging out the roof
rob de niro ronin

money talks, bullsh*t run a maf*ckin marathon
i don’t even know when i’m a slap a n*gga
i’m just being honest
take a n*gga property
like christopher columbus
then i’ll sell it back to homie for the double
he don’t want no trouble

it’s a dirty game i keep a shovel
duck tape and covers
bury n*gga body
send his fingers home to his mother
it’s a cold summer
heard the winter makes you tougher
bullsh*t can snowball
that’s when you gotta heat it up

dinner time ain’t promised
stash half in the cut
stash a mask in the cut
stash a mag in the cut

i ain’t trying to stand in front a f*ckin gavel and a judge
that’s why move the way i move
i pack a hammer like a lunch n*gga

- bossy lyrics

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