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bossman dlow - what you need lyrics

[intro: bossman dlow]
tuned in, i’m tellin’ you
i’m droppin’ nothin’ but gas
foot on the motherf+ckin’ gas, you hear me?
yeah, big za
big za, yeah, huh

[verse 1: bossman dlow]
i’ll pull up in some sh+t’ll make your jaw drop (jaw drop)
lemon yellow ‘vette, come through lookin’ like a cough drop (skrrt)
you can’t sit on my lap, baby, i paid too much for these jeans
might go rolls+royce culli’, blue inside like listerine
she say, “daddy, when i’ma see you?” i say, “let me check my schedule”
i got two hundred fifty k in twenties ’cause it look better
broke, bum+ass b+tch, tell me where you live at?
who me? i’ma get a sack like khalil mack (yeah)
thinkin’ ’bout it now, i probably spent a half a mil’ on clothes (yeah)
i just went on tour, i gave away money at all my shows (big za)
oh, that’s dlow bendin’ the block, get your kids out the road (yo)
i got a lot of dog sh+t on me, you better cover up your nose
[chorus: bossman dlow]
i’m a real trapper, tell me what you need (brr, brr)
yeah, b+tch, this a mclaren, i can’t do nothin’ but speed (yo)
left club twenty+four and blew a d+mn thirty (d+mn thirty)
ayy, pull up, hop out cleaner than some d+mn detergent
yeah, huh, that’s my lil’ sh+t, she missus perfect (come here, baby)
yeah, and my pockets stuffed like a turkey (beep, beep, beep)
huh, i’m the motherf+ckin’ biggest, boy, let’s make a bet, huh
i’ll pull up in some sh+t, make b+tches break they neck (yo)

[verse 2: nocap]
i got tired of foreign cars, f+ck ’round, got a chevy mounted
christmas, i told santa claus, “just bring me a money counter”
bro seen too many of his n+ggas get put in a suit, that’s why that bl!ck got a b+tton
i know i shouldn’t be mixin’ the family with business, i still give a job to my cousins
i’m out in london with a bad b+tch, look like tummy, i pay to remove her gut
ask her, can she make it clap, she can make it talk instead
do cpr on the bando, who the f+ck said trappin’ dead?
send a n+gga straight to heaven, roll him up, then we inhale him
she bad and she don’t hurt for nothin’, shawty got her sh+t together
my jeweler, he on speed dial, i should slow down on this glitter
nightmares on that maybach pillow, guess this sh+t ain’t what it seem
nocap, michael jackson thriller
stuff a billi’ in my jeans

[chorus: bossman dlow]
i’m a real trapper, tell me what you need (brr, brr)
yeah, b+tch, this a mclaren, i can’t do nothin’ but speed (yo)
left club twenty+four and blew a d+mn thirty (d+mn thirty)
ayy, pull up, hop out cleaner than some d+mn detergent
yeah, huh, that’s my lil’ sh+t, she missus perfect (come here, baby)
yeah, and my pockets stuffed like a turkey (beep, beep, beep)
huh, i’m the motherf+ckin’ biggest, boy, let’s make a bet, huh
i’ll pull up in some sh+t, make b+tches break they neck (yo)
[verse 3: nocap]
i’m clean in every state, that’s if you think ’bout murkin’ me
she was everything before she got her surgery
ride with three thousand shots, i’m feelin’ like i’m andre
i popped a half a pill, now she look like beyoncé
me and dlow pull up back to back, sh+t like scoliosis
know i should’ve been the quarterback, i got too much motion
most of these n+ggas ain’t never slain no one, but they know how to troll
come to my block, this sh+t like ufc, the trap be full of bowls

[outro: nocap]
i’m in miami, slidin’ in the huracán like i’m cameron or jacob

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