bossed up - lil altoid lyrics
[intro]
timbaland, if you hear this, don’t sue me, bro
please, n*gga, please, n*gga, don’t sue me
c’mon, bro, please
all my n*ggas bossed up, bossed up, yeah
all my n*ggas bossed up, bossed up, yeah
all my n*ggas bossed up, bossed up, yeah
all my n*ggas* ayy, ayy
[verse 1]
ayy, yeah, bossed up like the last level of mario
the cardio, i go all night, turn up the bar*io
your b*tch wanna meet altoid, but she a sorry ho
crew deep like dawson’s creek, shoutout rosario
n*gga, godd*mn
steam coming out the mic, yeah, that’s a hot man
b*tches in the dms like i was a pop band
if i step up out the jet, then it’s a hot land
you talking sh*t and sucking d*ck, but you ain’t got fans
godd*mn, n*gga, ain’t n0body hearing your sh*t
you talking tough, but i’m thе n*gga that you fearing and sh*t
okay, this n*gga wanted war, but now he hеaring the clip, now he tearing and sh*t
i put the molly in my minute maid
your pockets light, [?] what the men had made
i can write two songs, make ’em ten seconds long, and i promise over you, they still getting plays
i’m a young boss n*gga, i wake up and get my d*ck sucked
if you keep your life, it’s only because the clip stuck
wrist so bare, you should really get your p*ss up
life don’t fight fair, i woke up and put my fists up
[chorus]
all my n*ggas bossed up, bossed up, ayy
all my n*ggas bossed up, bossed up, ayy
all my n*ggas bossed up, bossed up, ayy
all my n*ggas bossed up, bossed up, ayy
all my n*ggas bossed up, bossed up, ayy
all my n*ggas bossed up, bossed up, ayy
all my n*ggas bossed up, bossed up, ayy
all my n*ggas bossed up, bossed up, ayy
[verse 2]
wrist pure white like i’m with the klan
and i’m kinda promiscuous, shoutout timbaland
i keep a couple n*ggas under like a boss do
leave an opp six feet, f*ck with me, it’s finna cost you
boss who? i’m the n*gga running the game
these n*ggas paying for they fans, i ain’t running with lames
and all these fake ass n*ggas with they fake ass fame
got a hunnid k, but n0body even know your name
now, how that make sense?
with them fake ass streams, you n*ggas make cents
you pay for studio time, i’m in my bas*m*nt
and all your weak ass bars need a replacement
you got a ghostwriter, i could never fake sh*t
run up in your studio and take sh*t
talking ’bout your jewelry ’cause your rhymes couldn’t make sh*t
run up in your mama house, my crew is finna break sh*t
i got my own style and you n*ggas on some drake sh*t
point me in the whip and you gon’ see just how the bass hit
tryna make a wave ’cause all these n*ggas really basic
lasik, i chop sh*t just like surgery
the way these n*ggas test me, i promise they never heard of me
they on my coattails, riding me, they made a herd to me
the hate just give me more clout, you’re not hurting me
i’m a young n*gga, just bossed up
and i snapped on the track, so i put my feature cost up
[chorus]
all my n*ggas bossed up, bossed up, ayy
all my n*ggas bossed up, bossed up, ayy
all my n*ggas bossed up, bossed up, ayy
all my n*ggas bossed up, bossed up, ayy
all my n*ggas bossed up, bossed up, ayy
all my n*ggas bossed up, bossed up, ayy
all my n*ggas bossed up, bossed up, ayy
all my n*ggas bossed up, bossed up, ayy
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