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bump j – boss & the shooter lyrics

[chorus]
i’m the boss (i’m the boss)
and a shooter (and a shooter)
i’m callin’ shots (callin’ shots)
i’m still gon’ be that n-gg- that lettin’ off all the shots (all the shots)
stay out my way (stay out my way)
i call it plays (call it plays)
but i don’t play
i’m the boss and a shooter (and a shooter)

[verse 1]
yeah, these are my confesions
winnin’ these checks and perfection are few of my obsesions
i’m not playin’ any game, so who are my contestants?
exactly, just some peasants out tryin’ block my blessings
flexin’, i just dropped the bag of them louie v
poppin’ tags just to … me, couple rags for virtuity
yeah, ain’t no diplomatic immunity
i get pop with this sh-t in this bag and them crackers is loosin’ me
n-gg-s know not to play with me, keep they k with me
i ain’t gon’ send no shorties off, i let the .40 off
i ain’t finna put no bag on a n-gg-
run up with that super soaker, let it splash on a n-gg-

[verse 2]
yeah, i am so ruthless (i am so ruthless)
i like the givenchy i might send in the booth
i don’t go back and forth typin’ on my computer
been to corner like the slickers hop out in hallelujah (hallelujah)
blessed, here comes the holy ghost
i’m to the … with the patron i’m bout to overdose
how’d you behave i was betrayed by those who know me most?
how n-gg-s stuntin’ on the ‘gram when we know he broke?
sick, if b-mp got it we all shine, it’s ball time
big money or small time i need all mine
i ain’t finna play no games with a n-gg-
run up with the phillip drummond [??] let it bang on a n-gg-

[verse 3]
yeah, you just my junior (just my junior)
ask the foes if they love just like they love who
ask them hoes if they love me just like they love chief ..
ask the foes if they love just like …
yeah, i hear they pushed on their foreign hoppin’ the road to the trenches
they tellin’ the row on a prison, they should not open the fences
you are on social like he will … till he exposed and heard you
looks like he gon’ blow and go on .. for n-gg- we know you some b-tches
n-gg- hit up your man you ain’t gon’ do sh-t, truth is
i can do what they do, but they can’t do this, true sh-t
i fill in the light that b-tch was too lit, too lit
if ain’t the realest to do it my n-gg-, then who is? you is
yeah, on foenem
i blew a bag on a b-tch to drive it, i’m puttin mileage on it
that’s how a real n-gg- party, i got at least a hundred thousand on it
check up act, then i’m off to the jeweler, walk out to cool her
yeah boss & the shooter

- bump j lyrics

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