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all bosses one nation - amberlea cypher lyrics

[intro]
amberlea cypher f-ck a bet cypher

[verse 1: lil chapo]
pull up be like d-mn n-gga
got a hundred drum on that chopper
keep it oiled up it won’t jam n-gga
like plies i dont see nann n-gga, all these n-ggas is soft
if he talking that big talk then he can f-ck around and get off
i dont affiliate with no ho n-ggas too busy getting this guap
gripping the glock and you get shot
one in your top and you stiff in a box
you gon need somebody to get you a cop
playing hard headed gon get you a knot
they be like d i just wish you would stop
you n-ggas mad cuz you wish you was hot
im in the kitchen im whipping the chickens
just listen to when the pigeons gon flock
my wrist is an infant
i smoke like an incense my weed is as strong as an ox
all of my guns got extendeds i won’t recommend that you come try to flex on my block
n-ggas want problems i end them you dont want to end up on every news channel on cox (stop!)
smoking loud i’m dumb high
talking foul them guns fire
pop yellow bars like spongebob
she suck the d-ck til’ her tongue throb
f-ck with me told em the repercussion
cut the c0ke thats reproduction
no p-ssy n-gga go be productive
get ya niece abducted
never cease in public

[verse 2: dom dollaz]
im on the block don’t say you was looking for me
told my n-ggas bout a l!ck and they took it for me
do a push up for me, not calisthenics
talking pushing up on n-ggas letting cowards get it
you n-ggas don’t get it we the f-cking best
im getting straight a’s if you try to test
catch me on the block with gangsters and robbers
04 lil’ scr-ppy you don’t want no problems
and i’m trippy like juicy j
cuz’ i been sipping lean blowing all day
pack from the bay yeah sh-t strong
broke it all down now my money long
put my city on now i’m that n-gga
got it off rap who would have figured
don’t get it twisted this still the mob
and don’t act brand new you know where we are

[verse 3: rude-boi]
rude-boi cash gang representer
8tre amberlea better get familiar
got some shooters on my team, reggie miller
and we balling b-tch whole squad full of winners
bad b-tch, she a sinner
take her to the crib she gon’ be my dinner
she a stripper but i ain’t gon’ f-cking tip her
i ain’t tricking i be flexing, kaepernicking
big money i be thumbing through them benjamins
speak to the connect cuz’ i don’t f-ck with middle men
got them goons on deck they be getting it
bust on a p-ssy n-gga quick like a minute man
we all bosses from one nation
if you looking for some money here’s a demonstration
here’s your preparation for your devastation
i be k!lling sh-t, final destination

[verse 4: ka$hola]
i’m a boss, but i move like a general
and i don’t take no sh-t like urinals
i keep that p45 right by my genitals
and i stay fresh like big momma living room
i guess they never seen a gangster this fly
cuz’ they act surprised when ever that ratchet rise
ay but honestly you don’t want to face i
i’ll dot your top homie like a lower case i
so many youngsters on a n-gga im out to get
that i ain’t even got a shooter on him to turn his outfit red
and around here if you take soldiers
you get in the trash like spoiled left overs
40 on my whip, n-ggas won’t trip
tell em its no problem man n-ggas gon spit
see, plan was to get the bread n-gga
sh-t, off with his head n-gga

[verse 4: lil chapo]
these n-ggas acting like my b-tch do
big dog n-gga you a mother f-cking shih-tzu
the clip long n-gga i promise i won’t miss you
7.6 to rip through your tissue
csi come they zip you then st-tch you
good c0ke swim in that water just like a fish do
b-tch i spit dope, thats crack, black and crystal
you can get smoked no act we clap pistols
i said its purple label polo don’t do trukfit
nah i swear all these n-ggas on that f-ck sh-t (f-ck sh-t)
shoot you if you n-ggas on that tough sh-t (tough sh-t)
clip all in my fist boy you can’t duck this

[verse 5: dom dollaz]
on some real n-gga sh-t i don’t f-ck with most n-ggas
tryna’ stay low key watching for them folks n-gga
made a promise to myself i’ll never be a broke n-gga
don’t give a ho your heart or it’s getting broke n-gga
ask to hit my weed ima’ tell you no n-gga
don’t watch me watch tv better get your ho n-gga
or catch me in vegas where i’ll turn her to a ho n-gga
now im something like a baker cuz’ she bring me dough n-gga
most n-ggas be some fed snitching low n-ggas
so be easy in the streets act like you know n-gga
oh fa sho’ n-gga these hoes gon’ f-ck
not talking bout kissing when i tell her pucker up
we can knuckle up cuz’ im really real n-gga
bet after that? im grabbing stainless steel n-gga
i remember back in the day i used to steal n-gga
now i’m one song away from a major deal n-gga, ha!

[verse 5: tu kav]
yall’ n-ggas take the bus i take the chevy on the tour
if you know the kid, you know i’m deadly to the core
by the look in my eye, you know im ready for the war
once i pop that top, look like spaghetti on the floor
im a southwest monster, equipped with guns
got two strong legs hope you’re equipped to run
flip [?] and watch me flip the tongue
my clique is one of the best with the sentences
so just chill, like ll or freezers
or you gon’ meet ak’s, 45’s and ninas
and when i say meet, i don’t mean shaking no hands
the only thing thats gon’ be shaking is you and your mans
i ain’t no janitor, but i keep the tool by my pants
i ain’t from canada, but ya boy be balling like nash
the only difference is, you cross me i ain’t giving no p-ss
send 16 shots and i deliver em fast, mob life

[verse 6: rude-boi]
7 days a week i be getting it
blowing on a l, thumbing through the check n-gga all i see is benjamins
there’s a marathon out in the streets you know we winning it
i got them racks on racks on racks on racks on racks like i’m printing it
them whole things i be sending it
got a couple down in michigan
yeah ya’ll know what the mission is
really ain’t even gotta mention it
there’s some fake -ss n-ggas in the game f-cking sh-t up they glitching it
talking bout the money that they owe back
knowing d-mn well they ain’t getting it
monday i be getting it, tuesday i be getting it
wednesday im with a bad b-tch but guess what im still getting it
thursday i be getting it, friday i be getting it
sat-rday all night your main b-tch i’m hitting it

[verse 7: lil chapo]
ay 36 o’s still riding round with that nina
black m6 beamer with a b-tch as bad as selena
i dont trust em i dont cuff em i just f-ck the b-tch then leave em
my flow colder than a freezer i might f-ck around and freeze ya
your b-tch sucked me off like leeches
these n-ggas sweeter thats peaches
im hot n-gga thats zona bound i ain’t never been on no beaches
i hear you n-ggas that be talking down when i see your -ss be speechless
put my pistol all in your face now you can say you’re praying for the preacher
blowing on this reefer, purp n-gga no keisha
i will hit your -ss with that nina probably give a n-gga a seizure
man you n-ggas know the procedure
i slap a b-tch like tina
and my new connect he from mexico he still working on his visa
pour a 4 in a two liter
b-tch im bout to crash like aaliyah
and my eyes low from the hydro
i can’t hide ho i can’t see ya
give me brain and tell her bye ho
get a ride home i’m leaving
b-tch you know the drill same sh-t
and nothing changed but the season b-tch we bout it
and its westside

[verse 8: ka$hola]
its ka$hola coming live from arizona
where they hustle out of spots, it’s too hot to play the corner
where they [?] 10-7 they ain’t f-cking up the order
they [?] get deported, ill go meet him at the border
they ain’t f-cking with me, i stay sucker free
i got my big bro, yeah f-ck with me
they say they looking for me
well it ain’t hard to find me
ya boy fresh out
did 6 for a robbery
got a b-tch named nina
got a cousin named tommy
and we can have a reunion with the family
how bout you come, i come
and i’ll bring the family tree
it sound like a plan since you n-ggas can’t find me
bring the whole zoo through your hood like jumanji
you can act a donkey
ima’ act a monkey
get on my banana sh-t
im talking bout’ banana clips
sh-ll can be banana peels
promise i’ll never slip
brody sell trees but the blunt sold separate
the streets ain’t for you lil’ n-gga go to everest

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