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bak jay & fattmack - boss shit lyrics

[intro]
fuckin’ around with them

[chorus: bak jay]
aw’ shit, you been fuckin’ around with them, i knew ya love ain’t cost shit
i been takin’ trips, go state to state, i been on boss shit
we the ones, who took yo shit, got you thinkin’ you lost it
i’m the one who lit, i get the crowd, and start a most pit
these drugs [?]
catch ‘em, face ‘em, that’s how i get
i might chase ‘em for the win
i been takin’ all these drugs, i don’t think, i can stop ‘em, yeah
why this bitch, keep sayin’ she love me?, when she fuckin’ on my twin
fuck that bitch, let’s get it in
just drop that bag, i’m tryna spin

[verse: bak jay]
fuck for hours, and hours, off a perky and a 10
gotta be careful with my cup, i fuck around, and spill it on my pants
dog shit you steppin’ in
rat bitch gon’ call it in
i’m been trippin’ lately, [?], god forgive for my sins
fuck that shit, i need another one, finna pour another one
she thinks she slick, she on some, bitch you ain’t on nun
hop out with blicks, don’t think you finna run, this switch gon’ hit his lungs
fuck around, takin’ all these meds, fuck up my head, been feelin’ numb
steppin’ out, i see you lookin’, like why the fuck you starin’?
playin’ around with my heart, i ain’t peep, but you ain’t carin’
switchin’ out my cars, lil bro got the keys, went and got mclaren
[chorus: bak jay]
aw’ shit, you been fuckin’ around with them, i knew ya love ain’t cost shit
i been takin’ trips, go state to state, i been on boss shit
we the ones, who took yo shit, got you thinkin’ you lost it
i’m the one who lit, i get the crowd, and start a most pit
these drugs [?]
catch ‘em, face ‘em, that’s how i get
i might chase ‘em for the win
i been takin’ all these drugs, i don’t think, i can stop ‘em, yeah
why this bitch, keep sayin’ she love me?, when she fuckin’ on my twin
fuck that bitch, let’s get it in
just drop that bag, i’m tryna spin

[verse: fattmack]
i’m tryna spin on some, yeah
if we see that car, bend down the corner, we gon’ fill it up
yeah, i pay bro a 10, to go spin, walk down and finish ’em, nigga
you wouldn’t drop chain, ya shit ain’t hittin’, cause you ain’t spend enough, nigga
i walk in the party, and my cartier start hittin’ up
yeah, i’m really havin’ pape, these niggas fakin’ it for instagram (yeah)
nigga talkin’ ‘bout he got smoke with me, come get ur issue then (yeah)
we slide down there street, with hella heat, and shoot like [?]
every time you mad, you get to sayin’ the shit, you really feel
come back, and say you “love me”, no you don’t
if you ain’t talkin’ ‘bout no money, i’m not pickin’ up the phone
nigga hoppin’ on my wave, they wanna be me, tryna clone
yeah, i thought you was real, but you was foney
[chorus: bak jay]
aw’ shit, you been fuckin’ around with them, i knew ya love ain’t cost shit
i been takin’ trips, go state to state, i been on boss shit
we the ones, who took yo shit, got you thinkin’ you lost it
i’m the one who lit, i get the crowd, and start a most pit
these drugs [?]
catch ‘em, face ‘em, that’s how i get
i might chase ‘em for the win
i been takin’ all these drugs, i don’t think, i can stop ‘em, yeah
why this bitch, keep sayin’ she love me?, when she fuckin’ on my twin
fuck that bitch, let’s get it in
just drop that bag, i’m tryna spin

- bak jay fattmack lyrics

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