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bossing up 4real - g.t. lyrics

[verse 1: g.t. & lil blade]
ayy, n*gga, i’m on 7 mile cruisin’, tryna dodge potholes
paid twenty racks for the rolls forgiatos
just paid another ten for the one, no extra white gold
today, i got on gucci, i made it off the white and green
the next day it’s louis for squares of that beijing
always come clean, boy, we never do the rerock
my mans need a half, the codeword for that a deep shot
extra, man
shut the f*ck up, you ain’t got enough (yeah, nothin’, n*gga)
crawlin’ out the ‘vette, tryin’ not to get my pradas scuffed
n*ggas still hatin’ when they should be proud of us (yeah, yeah, d*mn)
every whip mounted up, all your diamonds clouded up (for real)
walk in the club, now all the hoes surroundin’ us (for real)
puttin’ real numbers on the board, n*gga, add it up (add it up)
dog, we gon’ be here all night when we countin’ up (you know it)

[verse 2: lil blade]
found out these rap n*ggas broke, now she houndin’ us (been knew that)
i know you ain’t cop from me ’cause this ain’t loud enough (you ain’t get it)
steady worried ’bout the hoes, get your dollars up (broke*ass)
look like i’m playin’ with the stove the way my pockets stuffed (woo)
should’ve hit the league, but i chose to take the paper route (uh*huh)
cell phone slammin’, but my b*tch want me to take her out (come on)
i told him cool, go’n just meet me at the host desk (you know it)
summertime, was thousand*dollar jeans, i’m on the coats next (moncler)
already banged out the d, i’m on the coast next (ooh, oh, yeah)
four*hour drive, hit the road, i’m with the colts next (indiana)
like i’m wrappin’ up a gift, i make a ‘bow stretch (you feel me?)
thirty of ’em, drivin’ like i’m on a road test (yeah)

- g t lyrics

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