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boszco - boszgoat lyrics

[intro]
bozzy
(i’m a goat, i’m a motherf+cking goat)
b+tch i grew up in toronto (yeah)
(i’m a goat, i’m a motherf+cking goat)
i’m no mandarin, jus swallow (we back)
(i’m a goat, i’m a motherf+cking goat)
stopped the praise, the f+ck you stop for (king zest)
(i’m a goat, i’m a motherf+cking goat)
hate that i’m the boszgoat (on top)

[hook]
don’t ride no bullsh+t wave, i start it, this no bronco (bronco)
won’t diss a lad but i will shank a f+ckin opp though
you thought i fell off, stopped the praise, the f+ck you stop fo’ (the f+ck)
you thought i fell off, opps just hate that i’m the boszgoat (boszgoat)
syrup addict, b+tch i grew up in toronto (lean)
don’t spit my seed out, i’m no mandarin, jus swallow, (swallow)
you thought i fell off, stopped the praise, the f+ck you stop fo’ (the f+ck)
you thought i fell off, opps just hate that i’m the boszgoat

[verse]
i’m a god, go kneel for me (yeah)
like vendetta, her v’s for me (get it)
a b’s wanting to see my d, (yeah)
b.d.e. boutta go three for three, (3)
i don’t need anymore features g, (nah)
all of the opps gon’ steal from me, (opps)
they’ll never be as clean as me, (me)
prey on the d of the deity, (yeah)
f+ckin a b+tch in the back in the back of a coupe (yeah)
suck on my d+ck, and i’ll cash you up too (too)
none of them rich an they mad and it’s true, (its true)
one of them diss, i’ll be shanking a few (yeah)
nothing but hits when i’m back in the booth (nah)
drunk off the liquor, and smashed off the kush (kush)
loving the syrup, i drank the whole tube (lean)
someone’ll snitch and be smacked by the crew (b.d.e.)
can’t separate art from the artist when the artist belongs in a gallery (get it?)
we so on top that twisted fantasy jus became a reality (uh)
all my cash green, throw it up but don’t retch
she love doggy and my bone, i told her to fetch (yeah)
ain’t got style, seizing my pieces, why are you mad that you’re throwing your fits, (get it?)
four foot five’s your 13th reason (uh), opps all sad they knowing no chicks, (opps)
why you violent, why you beefing, cos you fat and you’re broke and a b+tch, (yeah)
look at my smile, look at my features, i got baddies stroking my d+ck (bozzy)
they labeled me as a deity
and pray to me seven days a week
you’ll need pain relief if you anger me
you an atheist if you have no faith in me
there ain’t no peace if you say your piece
you’re chasing dreams that are make believe
i’ll prey on geeks like a papacy, (yeah)
andrew tate can see i’m the greatest g, (yeah, uh)
hit from the back, and i’m bringing in cash
and i’m sniffing the crack, while i’m sippin the jack
and i spit only fax while you living in cap
and i’m different for that, boszco isn’t an act, (yeah)
lit up a pack in the whip, on the gas
i’ll be dissing a man cos he switching like mad
and he k!lling the chat, he ain’t rich an he fat
this rap sh+t’s a game and we winning the match, (yeah)
[hook]
don’t ride no bullsh+t wave, i start it, this no bronco (bronco)
won’t diss a lad but i will shank a f+ckin opp though
you thought i fell off, stopped the praise, the f+ck you stop fo’ (the f+ck)
you thought i fell off, opps just hate that i’m the boszgoat (boszgoat)
syrup addict, b+tch i grew up in toronto (lean)
don’t spit my seed out, i’m no mandarin, jus swallow, (swallow)
you thought i fell off, stopped the praise, the f+ck you stop fo’ (the f+ck)
you thought i fell off, opps just hate that i’m the boszgoat (uh)

[outro]
b+tch i grew up in toronto
i’m no mandarin, jus swallow
stopped the praise, the f+ck you stop for
hate that i’m the boszgoat

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