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dj pharris - bo$ lyrics

[chorus]
show ’em who the boss, when you n-gg-s gonna learn
show ’em who the boss, when you n-gg-s gonna learn
show ’em who the boss, when you n-gg-s gonna learn
n-gg-s robbing, n-gg-s banging, n-gg-s slangin’ down here

[verse 1: young dolph]
n-gg-s robbing n-gg-s slanging
g-ngb-nging ’round here
i woke up this morning got bored
then said f-ck, we’re spendin’ a mil
i got too many spots, i forgot where i live
besides the holla tips, i don’t got sh-t to give
she gone on the pills, i’m gone on the mills
i still got deals, with my vacuum sealed
70k for plain jane patek
i might pull up on your b-tch in a chevy
walking with a limb, with my pockets real heavy
give you 50 pounds, see how fast you can sell it
meet me at harold’s chicken on 87
parked in the drop on the side by the docks
vvs rocks, all in my watch
real trap n-gg-, b-tch this is where i’m hot
f-cked your b-tch and her friend on a yacht
cartiers on, finger on the glock
hit that b-tch bad but she still a thot
f-ck her from the back ’till she begged me to stop
born in chiraq, got rich in memphis
pull like john gotti but i keep it pimping
prometh’ before codeine, yea that’s what i’m sippin’
50 a show and he’s still independent
millions and millions on top of more millions
that’s paper rap business, yeah paper rap business
we shoot to k!ll, nah we ain’t missin’
my whole closet, it was made in italy
slam dunk a 100 pack like michael philly

[chorus]
show ’em who the boss, when you n-gg-s gonna learn
show ’em who the boss, when you n-gg-s gonna learn
show ’em who the boss, when you n-gg-s gonna learn
show ’em who the boss, when you n-gg-s gonna learn
n-gg-s robbing, n-gg-s banging, n-gg-s slangin’ down here
cross in this game -ss burned

[interlude: g herbo]
sitting a the red light, 40 on my lap i’m like
should i bust a left or right, grab a hoe and go get a bite like
and i got a foreign outside, she suck it while we go on a ride
real street n-gg-, yeah
you can see it in my eyes b-tch

[verse 2: g herbo]
why you acting surprised
tote a baby draco my son’s size
in the trap, i’m serving cakes and pies
whole beef i got a mack with fries
mashed up, i want a n-gg- to die
4 season that means i pack the ride
baby lil’ glock in the back of the ride
hop in the back the maybach and i slide
[?]
thank you darling, yappity die
they track you, don’t [?]
then making peace, b-tch i’m clappin’ the five
chopper down my [?]
pull up surf to trap and drive
sliding in this benz b-tch my [?]
police behind me its time to decide
still in the stu and its 3 in the morning, i just wake back up from my nap cause i’m high
walking in and gribbing 8 prolly 9
b-tch nagging me, i ain’t f-cking cuz i’m tired
broke as f-ck you grabbin sh-t all of the store
it’s too high you can’t even buy
it’s a city game, n-gg-s a fifty, who know, you can’t even lie

- dj pharris lyrics

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