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big boss rabbit - freddie gibbs lyrics

[intro: mike tyson]
there’s never any doubts in my mind
because i’m the best in the world
even though a lot of you don’t like to hear that
i just, it’s sad, ’cause i’m the best, you know what i mean?
i, sometimes, i don’t wanna believe in myself
but it’s the truth, i’m the best
and i’m just convinced, you know what i mean?
these fellas, how dare them challenge me
with their somewhat primiti*primitive sk!lls
they’re just as good as dead

[chorus]
slammin’, big mac*11, back of the sеven on some boss sh*t (yeah)
i put that prеsident on my wrist and i got frostbit (woo)
stack it like pringles, you want a single? it’s gon’ cost you (yeah)
slow on that heroin, i don’t sell them b*tches too often (ah)

[verse 1]
man, my jewelry like some laser beams (bling)
step out with your lady, shoot some babies on the maybelline (yeah)
and overdose the stroller, cut the co*co with the ketamine (sh)
dope and ibuprofen in my bowl, i got them recipes (skrrt)
boss sh*t, shoot it like steph, i just hit the three and i wasn’t even lookin’
your favorite rapper just hit the stage, well, b*tch, we ’bout to book ’em
b*tches in love with us, keep the p*ssy, i just keep it pushin’ (yeah)
my baby momma’s knew the job was crooked before they took it (b*tch)
kane train reckless, b*tch, we runnin’ sh*t
just touched down in the airport, louis v backpack full of them hundreds, b*tch (yeah)
cleaner than mcqueen, ho, i’m a gangster, not no lover, b*tch (yeah*yeah)
grammy afterparty b*tch, we rock it like we won it, b*tch (yeah)
[chorus]
boss sh*t, big mac*11, back of the seven on some boss sh*t (yeah)
i put that president on my wrist and i got frostbit (brr)
stack it like pringles, you want a single? it’s gon’ cost you (yeah)
ceo rabbit, young freddie kane, i’m on some boss sh*t (yeah)
big mac*11, back of the seven on some boss sh*t (brrat)
i put that president on my wrist and i got frostbit (brrat)
stack it like pringles, you want a single? it’s gon’ cost you (b*tch)
pull up to your funeral, man, shoot up your f*ckin’ coffin (brrt)

[verse 2]
i blow your house up with that hunnid drum (yeah, yeah)
no hot 100, i’m a hot boy with some murder ones (yeah, yeah)
cash money kane, big number one sunday, you my youngest son (yeah, yeah)
see my first crackhead like that beamer back in ’91 (b*tch)
and i been on the blaze since 2pac was rockin’ the gumby fade (yeah)
f*ckin’ up my cup with this activis like some lemonade
b*tches big b*l, if you violate, you’re a renegade
know trigger fingers, ain’t have to type on your twitter page (yeah, yeah)
freddie krueger, p*90 ruger, i’m keepin’ on ’em (yeah)
n*ggas say they ain’t losin’ sleep, tell ’em, “i’m sleepin’ on ’em” (b*tch)
got heavy traffic, the neighbors might call the people on ’em (yeah, yeah)
surround your car with ars, i put the reaper on ’em
death wish, reach ’em with that automatic shotty, that’s a death kiss
n*ggas be pullin’ through, so i aim above the neck, b*tch
fly with it on me, i got my bl!cky on the jet, b*tch
ready to set it off and i put that on the set, b*tch (yeah)
[chorus]
boss sh*t, big mac*11, back of the seven on some boss sh*t (yeah)
i put that president on my wrist and i got frostbit (brr)
stack it like pringles, you want a single? it’s gon’ cost you (b*tch)
ceo rabbit, young freddie kane, i’m on some boss sh*t (yeah)
big mac*11, back of the seven on some boss sh*t (brrat)
i put that president on my wrist and i got frostbit (brrat)
stack it like pringles, you want a single? it’s gon’ cost you (b*tch)
pull up to your funeral, man, shoot up your f*ckin’ coffin (brrt)

[outro]
haha, n*gga
hahahahaha
don’t violate
i’m violent

- freddie gibbs lyrics

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