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bossman dlow – obama runtz lyrics

[intro: bossman dlow]
n+gga, n+gga
yeah (yeah)
cut the small talk (big za), i like cash talk (gentle beatz)
n+gga, yeah
n+gga

[chorus: bossman dlow]
nah, cut the small talk (what i’m talkin’ ’bout), i like cash talk (n+gga)
bae, these diamonds hittin’, turn the flash off (bling)
i’m like winn+dixie, i get bags off (vroom)
baby got a pretty face, slim waist, ass soft (come here, baby)
i’ma get my own sack, b+tch, i never had to beg (n+gga)
i ain’t takin’ sh+t back, b+tch, i said what i said (n+gga)
i was down bad and they left your boy for dead (huh?)
she say, “girl, that fat n+gga keep a loaf of bread” (look out)

[verse 1: bossman dlow]
i still got powerhouses comin’ through on mopeds (vroom)
i’ma still run that check up like i got four legs (beep, beep)
give me any drug, i’ma get it off (on god)
i’ma stomp on these f+ck n+gga еvery time they p+ss mе off (p+ssy n+gga)
b+tch, i’m tryna score, i ain’t got no time to punt (remember that)
i’m fillin’ up my slapwood with obama runtz (haha)
b+tch, throw me the alley+oop—, yeah (yeah, big za)
b+tch threw me the alley+oop, i f+cked around and dunked
hoo+hoo, drops the sledgehammer
huh, come f+ck with a boss, pay your rent, baby (pay your rent, baby)
you know i pull up fresher than a mint, baby (mint, f+ck n+gga)
your baby daddy broker than a b+tch, baby (broke+ass n+gga)
you can’t see nothin’ but diamonds behind these tints, baby (baby)
[chorus: bossman dlow & wizz havinn]
nah, cut the small talk (what i’m talkin’ ’bout), i like cash talk (n+gga)
bae, these diamonds hittin’, turn the flash off (bling)
i’m like winn+dixie, i get bags off (vroom)
baby got a pretty face, slim waist, ass soft (come here, baby)
i’ma get my own sack, b+tch, i never had to beg (n+gga)
i ain’t takin’ sh+t back, b+tch, i said what i said (n+gga, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
i was down bad and they left your boy for dead (huh? switch sides girl, girl)
she say, “girl, that fat n+gga keep a loaf of bread” (look out)

[verse 2: wizz havinn]
ayy, this real ice, i don’t need a flash for this sh+t (n+gga)
for this cash, got a bad b+tch that’ll do a trick (she gon’ do some tricks for it)
designer down, i ain’t take the tag off this sh+t (f+ck it)
they ask me why, ’cause, b+tch, i paid a bag for this sh+t (on god)
i’m that type of n+gga, get a rap check, go buy a brick (go buy a brick)
i’m the type of n+gga, catch you hatin’, i’ma slide your b+tch (hit your b+tch)
you with this sh+t or you ain’t, pick what side you with (pick a side)
bag still comin’ in, all kinda sh+t (all kinda)
foreign car driver, pull up all kinda whips (skrrt, skrrt)
trap n+gga fashion, put on all kinda drip (i’m dripped up)
pack do gymnastics, n+gga, i’ma make it flip (yeah+yeah)
all these blue hundreds on me, got ’em thinkin’ i’m a crip (huh)
long live nip, all i know is hustle (hustle, n+gga)
real street n+gga, got this sh+t up off the muscle (got it off the muscle, n+gga)
all this jewelry on, i ain’t got no time to tussle (i ain’t got time to tussle, n+gga)
lookin’ like a bridge, jumpin’ out that motherf+cker (jumpin’ out that sh+t, n+gga, jump out)
[chorus: bossman dlow]
nah, cut the small talk (what i’m talkin’ ’bout), i like cash talk (n+gga)
bae, these diamonds hittin’, turn the flash off (bling)
i’m like winn+dixie, i get bags off (vroom)
baby got a pretty face, slim waist, ass soft (come here, baby)
i’ma get my own sack, b+tch, i never had to beg (n+gga)
i ain’t takin’ sh+t back, b+tch, i said what i said (n+gga)
i was down bad and they left your boy for dead (huh?)
she say, “girl, that fat n+gga keep a loaf of bread” (look out)\

- bossman dlow lyrics

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