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chy cartier - bossed up lyrics

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[verse 1]
before the disrespect, give respect, nice too
yawnin’ when you’re talkin’, who you giving advice to?
coverin’ my ears now, vicious cycle, strippin’ title
why? ’cause you’ve been like this for some years now
i can’t ever tell you nothin’ with your small mind
taurus baby, stubborn and i’m bull sign
i like the money sign, only thing that’s on my mind
to be a bum, it don’t cost much
can’t wait, hold my wrist up full of ice
i paid the price and now i’m—

[chorus]
bossed up
twenty+ounce steak, lobster
them b+tches washed up, them b+tches ancient
fragrance baccarat
me, i’m a stack of that, go gets
them n+ggas vex ’cause they don’t get no text
come up off of basmati, canned beef
bowl full of lucky charms holding up my van cleef
but this was no luck

[verse 2]
early bird my sh+t so up
you’re not a nerdy, nerd
i like you, you’re like me, you’re streetwise
you’re like, “hakka,” i’m like, “no, boo” (n0bu)
dates by the seaside
you know these b+tches ain’t seein’ me
you know i work like there’s three of me
you know i like the svr, amg, i want the gle
yeah the 63
“chy where you been?,” they miss me
snakes in the grass i hear them hiss, g (hit you up)
hit you up now you’re history
only call me if the topic is profit, not for gossip
i got bigger fish to fry
and a schedule that i need to attend to
watch a opp, i’m watchin’ friends too
it’s so unfortunate that hate, what the money make your friends do
i don’t trust people, all that weird sh+t, like, it make me think evil
jumpin’ out the benz new, too flee
sneaks got two “c”s, initial got two “c”s
i’m too official like the money don’t move me
top floor sushi, all you know is hakka?
i could show you all the new spots
park chinois like i’m on about the food spots
lover boy, beanie all white, it’s got the blue dots
lookin’ like a boondock, brown with your canerows
they know to give me no chat
i hear they share the same clothes (i hear they share the same clothes)
[interlude]
this one— this one’s like just for all the boss b+tches
like, do you get me?
girls that are on their sh+t
like, it’s for the bossed+up people
it’s just like a feelin’, it’s like a feelin’ of of having ambition
like, do you get it?
gettin’ up and, like, go+getter energy
don’t wait for n0body, literally

[chorus]
bossed up
twenty+ounce steak, lobster
them b+tches washed up, them b+tches ancient
fragrance baccarat
me, i’m a stack of that, go gets
them n+ggas vex ’cause they don’t get no text
come up off of basmati, canned beef
bowl full of lucky charms holding up my van cleef
but this was no luck

[outro]
(it’s gdubz, baby)



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