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boss (remix) - dreezy lyrics

[verse 1: dreezy]
word around i’m a underground
now they heard the kid just got signed
had to put myself first n-ggas after mine
they know i’m hot as a mothaf-cka you could be a sucka wouldn’t love him if he was my valentine
i’m on every plug up in the clubs
thuggin’ ain’t no ducking when i say it’s hammer time
n-ggas acting like b-tches
got me feeling like i walked in a g-y bash
holding on too, my money long
boy you better come up with a late p-ss
i’ll never change even with the fame
no fake t-tties, no fake -ss
and i don’t get enough credit
so now these rappers gotta pay cash
and i bling more than i walk around
i just took a trip to like three cities
can you be in my vip, call him v.i.c
don’t be silly
got the block asking who f-cking with me
and then the white fans yelling “g-willie”
you a lost pup and i’m bossed up
now these n-ggas gotta call me d diddy
let’s get it

[hook]
i stopped counting haters, i got way too many
always talking bands but you ain’t breaking any
i know b-tches hating but why n-ggas envy?
quit in any city, b-tch who f-cking with me
i’ma f-cking boss i’ma f-cking boss (x4)

[verse 2. lil herb]
it’s g herbo
i’m the only mack without a cadillac
i be counting racks
smoking out the pound
rollin’ back to back like i got cataracts
and this mac-11 go rat-a-tat
i’ll change a n-gga like matter of fact
and i changed flows after k!ll sh-t
so i birthed rap n-ggas after that
and at any moment, i can k!ll sh-t
then come back and body sh-t after that
drop a deuce when i wake up
then pour up another four after that
purple drank on like i’m pimp c
so you know i gotta have the act to nap
kobe squad no nba ain’t no 78th
b-tch i’m hacking shaq
and the label meets with my skully on n-gga
nah i ain’t with the rapper act
i’m a rap n-gga but i don’t rap beef
nah, i won’t act how the rappers act
i be in the streets if you looking for me
hanging where them k!llers and the trappers at
fo’nem really out here smokin’ sh-t
they ain’t blowing hits, you ain’t clapping back
and we ebk, no n-gga over here controlling sh-t
we ain’t having that
let a n-gga try to blitz some
we gonna throw some bullets in his packers cap
i be off the sh-ts so you know them k!llas
gotta watch my back
n-ggas with me in the studio don’t know how to rap

- dreezy lyrics

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