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hoods hottest - ross the boss lyrics

[verse 1]
fresh home, next up, man i’m feelin’ blessed
couple situations that i’m looking to address
man didn’t pay the bill, my machines getting pressed
ten tops, re*up, fifteen in the bress
hundred grand profit for me nothing less
put my african queen in a louis v dress
had a couple baddies that i never got to beat
like bugsy said, “i’mma leave ’em to the streets”
my gun is russian, my car is german, my missus is british and my plug was dutch
before he got murdered he learned to speak good english (h*llo friend arе you good?)
are you done with my, 50 bricks, and when can wе meet up?
and my reply, i sent a token number, “yeah big man i’m good”
send more supply, because i’m runnin’ out, and i need to feed my hood
then i jump on a plane and i’m flying out, shall we meet in for some lunch?
said he’s got the transport route to us
and we’ll wash our money through
then i jump on a plane and i’m flying back, to tell my team we eat good

[chorus]
when encrochat got hacked, feds found 200 keys in our stash
took over a million pound in bitcoin, found over a million pound in cash
don’t compare me to, these other rappers, nah rude boy are you daft?
cause’ the streets know, who i’ve shot, and who ross the boss has shot at

[post*chorus]
i got g*locks with extendos
free all my g’s locked on them encros
he’s about to get shot when i get home
tryin’ not to speak hot down the pen phone, man i need to get home
g*locks with extendos
free all my g’s locked on them encros
he’s about to get shot when i get home
tryin’ not to speak hot down the pen phone, man i need to get home
[verse 2]
no dough to buy clothes those were cold dark times
now my bro runs my phone from two’d up i go five
i levelled up and bossed up, down to my boxers, and right next to my boxers, that’s where my glocks tucked
team full of demons, schemers, and robbers
chain sn*tchers, gun clappers, so don’t cross us
definition of riders with no crosses
i wear glasses i got paper, i’m not potter
ross the boss, maguire crime family’s top shotter
if it pops off, make sure your strap pops proper
i call the shots, get blocks cornered off
i’m your plugs plug, i’m the white guy he orders off
somebody tell charlie sloth put me in the booth and that roof, well now i light it off
i wanna shut it down like microsoft
now watch me shut this down like microsoft, and tell them

- ross the boss lyrics

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