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boss beezy - the come up lyrics

[verse1: boss beezy]
tell me watchu do when u dead broke no money in ya pocket wit glock on ya hip n-gga
i’m from da block and dis a new era we gone pop we don’t fight wit our fistn-gga
ima walkin street pharmacist wit a lot of a og come and take a lift n-gga
got to da point where i got tired drinkin liquor cop lean by the fifth n-gga
and i smoke a lot of weed i forget a lot of sh-t let me think lemme backtrack
first n-gga of da block wit balenciagas on n da mcm backpack
hoppin outta da range
da belt hermes not armani exchange
so every restaurant i go the server do wann gimme my change
i hadda go get on my grind
sittin chillin i was waistin my time
then i realize wat life was about n-gga life is a bout i hadda put dese b-tchez in line
red bottoms wit da spikes on da top
little sh-t b-tches like it a lot
making music me and n-ggas in da same position give a f-ck if u like it or not
pullin capers stackin paper in miami smoking jamaica
u smokin on reggie miller boy dat pacer
i’m smoking dat california boy dat laker
told ya b-tch get on her knees and do me favor
the work i push more than b-tches in labor
sour d n good og
don’t bring me no pack if it got fruity flavors
i’m bout picky as can be
switch it wit da beat
my own n-ggas hatin on me
but i don’t give a f-ck i roll up my weed
cabbage and oxtail with the rice and peas fly as plane when i’m boardin da jet
australian model next a mess
she be trickin off n pay me for s-x
shootin everybody when i get vex
wit 380s and techs it’s the way we finesse

[bridge: boss beezy]
wen i was yung i ain’t get everything dat wanted
said f-ck it i had to get up n go get me some money
coming str8 from da bottom ain’t broke nomo so i be stuntin
i ain’t neva had sh-t i literally came up from nothin

[verse2: boss beezy]
coming str8 from da bottom i literally came up from nothing i had to go earn my respect
used to depend on my momma for everything till i got out n i earned me a check
shootin techs like a message got buck 50 razors on me n i’m comin at necks
whole team eatin got some n-ggas dat ball moving base in new york like a met
showin work on da gram kno a n-gga m like prolly grun on ya -ss wit heat
f-ck u expect me to do bills gotta get paid n my daughter gotta eat
living real large just hopped off the plane louis swim trunks headed to da beach
if a n-gga owe me money talk to da top dog he can’t re up ima dead him in da street
i’m stackin up dollars for me n my daughter just like i’m supposed to
just for my fava i gotta get richer than oprah
i mjust for my mama i gotta be richer than bill gates
i don’t feel good right now i feel great
b-tch let me get behind u llike tail gate
i got b-tch off da molly like tadoe
n-ggas clay soft i ain’t got time to play doe
got noodle in cut like fredo
he don’t listen to me he just shoot when i say so
n-ggas is pitiful
crossing me one time dat unforgettable
shootaz get rid of you
ya homies was f-ckn ya mommy ya aunty ya niece and ya sista 2
n-gga i see da b-tch in u
n-ggas was b-tchin u
dis ain’t no fairy tale i’m talkin literal
f-ckin da finest hoes
da sh-t dat dese b-tches be doing to me man i doubt dat dey mama knows
dats why i hit once den its vamamanos
told dat b-tch adios

- boss beezy lyrics

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