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back at whataburger - le$ (boss hogg outlawz) lyrics

[intro:]
uh, yea
uhhh, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
check, look

[verse 1:]
smokin’ one up in the mornin’, uh
hustle while n*ggas be yawnin’, uh
lately a n*gga been zonin’
they couldn’t stop him so now they wan’ clone him, uh
f*ckin’ around witcha chick
came to the crib, put on a performance, yeah
takin’ it slow i enjoyed it, yeah
just a lil somethin’ to toy with, yeah
mind on the paper and makin’ a play and just keepin’ my head in the game, uh
do it for likes, you ain’t doin’ it right
see i’m puttin’ the bread over fame, yeah
sh*t wasn’t workin’, now n*ggas is swervin’
and tryna come up in my lane, yeah
pimpin’ we just ain’t the same, yeah
put some respect on the name, yeah
want me a lac with the top off
mustard and mayo and hot sauce
frontin’ bout somethin’ you not boss
you just be cappin’ do not floss
i be that n*gga you heard bout
know them b*tches be talkin’ through word of mouth
duckin’ off in that z and it’s murdered out
sh*t ain’t bout the music it’s bout the clout
i been makin’ the moves on the low doe
el dorado i’m comin’ through slow*mo
with my b*tch or i’m comin’ through solo
f*ck around with these n*ggas a no*go
i ain’t trippin’ my n*gga just fall back
f*ck the candy, i need it in all black
since the keenan and kel, i been ‘all that’
check the permanent record it’s all facts
[verse 2:]
check, look
i be still comin’ down fubu
takin’ it slow to that screwed (?)
keep it connected like bluetooth
don’t give a f*ck bout what you do
steak and the shrimp is a name brand
written and built with the same hands
gettin’ so high that i can’t land
seen the playa come up but they can’t stand
put some new shoes on my old sh*t
gettin’ dms from my old chick
got a little flow that i’m cold with
(?) beat too, n*gga focus
got the crib right, with the off*white
on the flo’ rug, n*ggas all hype
i don’t play wit n*ggas on the internet
(?) real life, whatcha job like?
couldn’t talk down cuz i’m too up
ain’t a hard choice, baby choose up
i don’t lose sh*t, b*tches lose us
had to flip game, switchin’ rules up
got a new plug, bout to flip dat
where ya crib at? where ya whip at?
say you want it gotta go and get that
it’ll happen for ya once you live that
yeah i’m too gone, but i maintain
be*been free of that chain gang
n*ggas screamin’ out “gang gang”
till them feds come and they say names
been about it and i’m still about it
and i’m pullin’ out like i came
weed and the money to blame, uh
weed and the money to blame, yeah

- le boss hogg outlawz lyrics

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