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i done bossed up - payroll giovanni & peezy lyrics

[intro: peezy]
shh (yeah, i done came all the way up and these n*ggas…)
(can’t understand how i keep shakin’ back after every lost)
(blessed n*gga by the most high, f*ck boy)
i’m bossed up
i’m bossed (million dollar link)
david wesson
ayy (let’s go)

[verse 1: peezy]
when your earrings cost seventeen (seventeen)
it’s hard to hear these n*ggas slanderin’ my name (can’t even hear these n*ggas)
sixty for the watch, forty on the chain (add that up, n*gga)
add me up, that’s a hunid and some change (for real)
i done bossed up, came all new and still got my old sh*t (i still got it)
ballin’ on my ex b*tch’s n*gga, i got ‘em both sick (ha!)
brand new range rover, that’s courtesy of them road trips (yeah)
i just downed a perc, i’m finna hit her with this dope d*ck (pull up, hoe)
wake up, brush my t**th, wash my ass, then i get to it (let’s get it)
this ain’t for them half*assed n*ggas, this half*a*brick music (yeah)
brand new baby drake with a .50, it got some kick to it (for real)
or i might upgrade this fn on you, like n*gga, quit movin’ (quit movin’, n*gga)
pull up in the lot (yeah), press a b*tton, drop the top
n*gga better not p*ss me off, i press a b*tton, it get dropped (f*ck!)
we’ll pull up in your city with a bag, set up shop (yuh)
bunch of 100’s, bunch of 50’s, ain’t no 20’s in my knot (b*tch!)
[chorus: peezy]
i done bossed up and got a bag (and got a bag, n*gga)
now, all these p*ssy n*ggas mad (n*ggas hurt)
i done bossed up (yeah) and made a k!llin’ (made a k!llin’, b*tch)
now, all these dog hoes in they feelin’s (they in they feelin’s, yeah)
i done bossed up and got rich (got rich, my b*tch)
now, all these sucka n*ggas sick (sick)
yeah, i done bossed up and got some paper (yeah, yeah)
some of my closest friends turned to haters (haters), yeah

[verse 2: peezy]
i done made it out of poverty (i did)
now, all these bad b*tches wanna swallow me (they wanna swallow me)
do it for my n*gga b*soda, i know he proud of me (snoop)
you should see the faces of n*ggas who ever doubted me (they sick)
i ain’t sign a deal (no), ain’t got no platinum plaques on the wall (yeah)
you can tell, ‘cause i keep on spendin’ racks on my arm (racks)
say i’m clumsy with the money, i drop bags in the mall (for real)
then, i pull off in a fast ass car (skrrrt!)
she can be layin’ in bed with her n*gga, she gon’ answer my call (h*llo)
‘cause she know the way i ball, i wear $100 drawls (yeah)
used to steal out the mall, now i cash what i like (cash what i like)
pick it out, ring it up, i ain’t askin’ the price (just ring it up)
when i wave at your hoe, it’s like i’m flashin’ a light (bling!)
if i pull this b*tch and aim, you better run for your life (boy)
used to eat at granny crib with the roaches and mice
now, i eat at bossa nova, give me chicken breast and rice, b*tch!
[chorus: peezy]
i done bossed up and got a bag (and got a bag, n*gga)
now, all these p*ssy n*ggas mad (n*ggas hurt)
i done bossed up (yeah) and made a k!llin’ (made a k!llin’, b*tch)
now, all these dog hoes in they feelin’s (they in they feelin’s, yeah)
i done bossed up and got rich (got rich, my b*tch)
now, all these sucka n*ggas sick (sick)
yeah, i done bossed up and got some paper (yeah, yeah)
some of my closest friends turned to haters (haters), yeah

- payroll giovanni peezy lyrics

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