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Cashis
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On the Boss
On the B.O.S boss, money makin on my grind, I'mma shine Talkin nothing suckas, you ain't touchin mine cuz you dyin On the B.O.S. getting money time I'm fryin out my ride cuz I'm livin on my rhyme man, man lyin
On the B.O.S boss, money makin on my grind, I'mma shine Talkin nothing suckas, you ain't touchin mine cuz you dyin On the B.O.S. getting money time I'm fryin out my ride cuz I'm livin on my rhyme man, man lyin (On the B.O.S!)
Late night, great bright, yea your phone table Turn brinks to crunks, major we get yo We bangin cheese, Unit be my motherfuckin label I'm outlaw, Pac in, Hussein Fado A sick brain, mom's missed the pinato Split cruising, toosin, hold em like bagels I'm in the bay though, feeling Fuego Smoking on purp and I'll go like Lakers yo I'mma base through, Bogus brand capo With 6 foot, all hundred dollar bill capo And my son OG like the masons Lamos talkin bout bread and never make none When I cop that bullet, pullin like I'm never lude you And the laws be lookin for someone for restitution When I'm walkin through – stopping you at the revolution And when I talk this shit, G salute like Larry Hoove
On the B.O.S boss, money makin on my grind, I'mma shine Talkin nothing suckas, you ain't touchin mine cuz you dyin On the B.O.S. getting money time I'm fryin out my ride cuz I'm livin on my rhyme man, man lyin
On the B.O.S boss, money makin on my grind, I'mma shine Talkin nothing suckas, you ain't touchin mine cuz you dyin On the B.O.S. getting money time I'm fryin out my ride cuz I'm livin on my rhyme man, man lyin (On the B.O.S!)
All them leathers fine, pedal to the metal fly Sippin on my reddal tie, hella high Leggo guy, spending digit get em low Killing nigga in assault Niggas see I'm strapped like I'm rockin Wayne skinny so Young money general, young with money getting mo Found these BBS's so I'm staking til them brick the most Get up on my level toe, wanted by them pretty hoes Ridin to the max, I ain't strapped but a fella know See I'm on my T.I., bitch I'm bout my Bia These motherfuckers see us go die before they see that 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 You said it's on no B block it's open fire when I see guns Everything to the right, I be whilin girl and I'm east side Seelin flat, no camel, I'll be holdin all the ammo Hoppin on the Cebanal, throwin aroma candle Reppified – go blamo Black dragon like Rambo GodDamn, my dog in this park is in what I have you I got to
On the B.O.S boss, money makin on my grind, I'mma shine Talkin nothing suckas, you ain't touchin mine cuz you dyin On the B.O.S. getting money time I'm fryin out my ride cuz I'm livin on my rhyme man, man lyin
On the B.O.S boss, money makin on my grind, I'mma shine Talkin nothing suckas, you ain't touchin mine cuz you dyin On the B.O.S. getting money time I'm fryin out my ride cuz I'm livin on my rhyme man, man lyin (On the B.O.S!)
Fore you disrespecting, how the fuck you couldn't see me? In that black GTC with humps in the ella 50 Get every day, I'm fessing out every stations With a nigga such a fearless, looking bitch at my gang's wager Girl scout cookies, bought a boat that's why I'm always bakin Wreck with thin bricks, build a empire, shoulda been a mason Why your favorite rapper tell you that he isn't trickin? As it makes then get right back to cheatin on these records
God as my witness, any nigga that got his shit slipped He deserved it, never knocked a nigga down over no district Soldier of fortune, pay on the porch torchin Why every nigga that I fuck with you can go to stick a fork in Count your blessings because raps assessing promise to you You could be like me, still be doing shit that you say you do Happen to hit your block for food while you losin a few A show in the tonic, worth it no matter how much they pay you
On the B.O.S boss, money makin on my grind, I'mma shine Talkin nothing suckas, you ain't touchin mine cuz you dyin On the B.O.S. getting money time I'm fryin out my ride cuz I'm livin on my rhyme man, man lyin
On the B.O.S boss, money makin on my grind, I'mma shine Talkin nothing suckas, you ain't touchin mine cuz you dyin On the B.O.S. getting money time I'm fryin out my ride cuz I'm livin on my rhyme man, man lyin (On the B.O.S!)
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