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boss ceejay - no competition lyrics

intro: freako gang sh-t man, yall know we gone get they b-tch -ss back, b-tch aye long live bk man long live freako, f-ck all da opps we on that

verse: boss ceejay im back im a real n-gga, 78th k!lla ward since ah lil n-gga all we do is get money on marshville slide on the lunnas where the f-ck is them ville n-ggas smoke dello all day like f-ck dude sneak diss freako that was so rude why the f-ck shorty wanna front his move lil twan gone end up like ah cartoon my n-ggas play crazy real kutthroat bk thats who we do hits for who the f-ck is maniac i dont know him put jah’lill on ski i got free smoke rest in peace ly thats big bro pound town but he ain’t my kin folk they dont even hang on the nine no mo so we find where you live its ah kick door if its war time p-ssys let me know sumthin lil bd rambo he’ll murk sumthin pull up left shorty on his sh-t bag head shot i heard gucci got tow tag i ain’t squashing no beef boy f-ck that ima clap any n-gga look suspect trigga happy when the gun go cl!ck-clack if you standin out there you can get wack yall cliquing up wit n-ggas we dont know them im on 79th an meral thats bro nem shout out to k.t.s.t.b dats foe nem so you kno i drop the l’s for the no lams act up purple fetty gone smoke him em own b-tch up in the cut trynna pop out on the nine trynna scope wit them glocks out first n-gga we catch getting shot down foe nem k!ll n-ggas wit ah p-ssion spot news murk ah n-gga on lavron face shot gave him close casket 78th in dis b-tch we savage how the f-ck yall say dont lack but you n-ggas steady getting clapped up on ashton we them n-ggas thats clappin yall -ss 87th we dont rock wit yall -ss ima send ah couple shots at yall -ss talk sh-t but you run real fast yall making yall self look bad call streatch kuz i know he gone blast ah couple muf-ckas playin both sides if you rockin wit the ville then you can’t get ah p-ss superman want clout he ah grown -ss goofy and that song yall made straight trash first off i see ah whole lotta new fake can’t trust these hoes kuz they two faced still wit the same n-ggas since day one still got old guns catch ah new case lil jewish got shot i heard he made it in the county we gone whoop lil 380(f-ck dude) i wish one of these p-ssys would turn up della world straight hoes they pump fakin f-ck the opps my n-ggas won’t play wit em f-ck city in the way i heard they wit em mane got locked up we on his -ss i can merch on the guys we was gone get em trynna ride thru the strip get yo car flipped long clips hollow tips shootin out the window ima og n-ggas two little how you smokin freako but you ain’t k!ll em 78thebk we on rampage f-ck kuku my n-ggas play cray i remember that night they k!lled bk kuz jabarri got hit up the next day on my block lil n-ggas tote sk’s high school had guns in the 10th grade if i ain’t trynna drill then im gettin paid i dont f-ck wit king samson he b-tch made freedy run to the ro to the red lie free my ogs doin fed time free my n-gga lil jeff hold yo head up gville so bro get yo bread up all that sneak dissin sh-t got me fed up catch ah bullet to the mouth kuz you sayin stuff we up next ain’t no n-gga ahead of us an yall playin hide-an-seek kuz yall scared of us b-tch

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