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+bless+ (ms) - boss lyrics

[chorus]
woah, he can’t f+ck with a boss
woah, i’m catchin’ the bag like moss
woah, trackhawk, you can tell by the exhaust
woah, ayy, f+ck what you think, what you thought
the rat can’t run, the p+ssy got caught
if i really want it, you better get bought
b+tch i’m a god, so they gettin’ taught
i’m off a perc, you can tell how i talk
sippin’ on syrup, i can’t even walk
i do it first ’cause that’s how i rock

[verse 1]
i rock the b+tch, i was takin’ her purse
robbin’ the plug, i’m takin’ his percs
heard yo’ ass shoppin’ at muh’f+ckin’ birks
if that boy run up, he gon’ get murked
ayy, my drip gon’ sound like an 808
yo’ best bet is to stay away
i shoot a b+tch like a fade away
forty+two [?], b+tch i’m gettin’ paid today
woah, i need my paper, i ball like a laker
feel like e+40, i cannot save her
i’m with my twin, and we do eight papers
got in new bullets, it came with a tracer
feelin’ like overwatch, shootin’ like tracer
feel like it’s nba, shootin’ like tracy
so many drugs, it feel like the 80s
rdr2, i’m shootin’ like sadie
i’m in this b+tch and i’m goin’ too brazy
[chorus]
woah, he can’t f+ck with a boss
woah, i’m catchin’ the bag like moss
woah, trackhawk, you can tell by the exhaust
woah, ayy, f+ck what you think, what you thought
the rat can’t run, the p+ssy got caught
if i really want it, you better get bought
b+tch i’m a god, so they gettin’ taught
i’m off a perc, you can tell how i talk
sippin’ on syrup, i can’t even walk
i do it first ’cause that’s how i rock

[verse 2]
yuh, i get the tens in the dead drop
my shooter be sendin’ them headshots
f+ck from the back of a bad thot
i slap her ass, i’m pullin’ her tracks out
i’m finna blast out, he ain’t gon’ last now
money like cash cow, ride wit’ a blackout
i’m finna blackout, ain’t playin’ smackdown
but he get smacked down, woah
side with that .223
burner drac’ came with some double c’s
i’m doin’ this sh+t with the ease
sprayin’ that bih’ like febreze
watch how his body gon’ cease
got so much cheese, i’m sendin’ that sh+t overseas
i bought a car, i ain’t lease
to me, that sh+t really was cheap
i got that code, they think i’m a cheat
when i’m in that mode, i’m shootin’ that heat
i might just [?]

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