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blade icewood - boy would you lyrics

[intro: blade icewood]
man these fake as n+ggas out here always perpin’, g, man
we had to make a song strictly for these fake ass n+ggas, like
detroit remix
booooy, would y’all?

[verse 1: g+rock]
all these rappers rapping ’bout how they got that work
how the f+ck you n+ggas working when you always at work?
boy, would y’all? i ball like them cats at rucker
the streets is hot, eat, i’m a livin’ legend muh+f+cka
from that dirty, dirty glizzy, ask about g+rizzy
twerkin’, workin’, never perpin’, weighin’ up on them scizzies
young n+gga, i got workers breakin’ down my bag
it ain’t hard to pop a n+gga and break down that mag’
toss it, we bosses, i got boats full of guns
got a ox’ connect, like that n+gga tommy bunz
tons of whatevеr, leads to tons of cheddar
the gamе i’m ahead of
holla when you can find a thousand or better

[chorus: blade icewood]
boy
boss up and get this money
would you
boss up and get this money
boy
boss up and get this money
get this money
would you
get this money
n+gga
boy
boss up and get this money
would you
boss up and get this money
boy
boss up and get this money
get this money
get this money
[verse 2: blade icewood]
they was like “boy, would you do a remix?”
a song to put on and get blowed with a freak b+tch
my phone won’t stop ringin’, jewels won’t stop gleamin’
clock gs, spark trees to of drop vs
b+tch, better boss up and get this money
the clique coppin’ chinchillas, but still got old school minks
and when a spot get hot, we set up shop in another hood
come up with the lowest ticket, so it’s all good
whether east or west, got the street lord lovin’
put a slug in a thug if he do too much muggin’
i’m rich, i got that thang on me when we clubbin’
plus i’m 50 deep, get yo’ ass stomped with a hunnid feet (n+gga)
dirty glove, stl, we run the streets, b+tch
boss up and get this money

[verse 3: h+gee]
i f+cks with icewood, i put the mix in his tapes
then it’s back to the kitchen, gotta mix me a cake
catch me off in hotlanta with the michigan plates
pushin’ keys like pianos, on a mission for pape’
we get dough ’round here, all my n+ggas is straight
o just pulled up in that “quarter to 8”
you n+ggas still countin’ bags, we hit the border for weight
plus, i heard y’all slung half on a quarter of cake
boy, would they please boss up?
these n+ggas is mustard, man, they need to catch up
[chorus: blade icewood]
boy
boss up and get this money
would you
boss up and get this money
boy
boss up and get this money
get this money
would you
get this money
n+gga
boy
boss up and get this money
would you
boss up and get this money
boy
boss up and get this money
get this money
get this money

[verse 3: blade icewood, g+rock, both]
yo’ fake ass got a minute phone, never got no minutes
claim you got a spot, but never got no work up in it
boy, those ain’t sprewells, how yo’ rims still spinnin’?
n+gga, you ain’t a street lord, how yo team still winnin’? (you ain’t know?)
it’s sinnin’ ’round here if yo’ bank ain’t right
dank ain’t light
doin’ my dance while i’m drunk in a hype
i’m in the fight froze
while sportin’ platinum
we rose gold
we both pros at pimpin’
and bossin’ up on these hoes
i’m bossin’ up for real, a half mill’ on the crib
it’s a beautiful thang, you should see how i live
boy, i need the bent’ with the rims and tent
woodgrain steering wheel to match the seats and the vents
we ’bout dollars
make sense don’t it?
coupes with the 6 on it
rugers with the inf’ on it
we’ll blaze you if you run up on us
it’s mr. lee iacocca
and i’m the mayor of the mitten
y’all n+ggas ain’t bossin’ up, y’all bullsh+ttin’ (b+tch)
[chorus: blade icewood]
boy
boss up and get this money
would you
boss up and get this money
boy
boss up and get this money
get this money
would you
get this money
n+gga
boy
boss up and get this money
would you
boss up and get this money
boy
boss up and get this money
get this money
get this money
n+gga

- blade icewood lyrics

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