doughboyz cashout - boss the fuck up lyrics
if you broke, go kill yourself
these n-gg-s run and chase’
i’m so drunk spilling dime on my moustache
since you hating i’mma ball on your b-m -ss
i was gonna take it easy on you but f-ck that
your proof phony, you phony and your watch phony
can you even tell the time on that fake rollie?
i’m tired of n-gg-s thinking that they doing something
’cause they finally got some buffies now they think they all stunting
what, you a teenager, boy, they only 1500
keep it real, i spend more than that on my cleaner’s bill
boy, would you please boss the f-ck up
always lying in your raps, n-gg-, shut the f-ck up
how the h-ll we gonna believe that you out here moving bricks
wearing dirty -ss kicks, n-gg-, you ain’t selling sh-t
i heard you hating on a player, man
can a young n-gg- get his paper, man
pull them hundred dollar bills and make paper planes
get a n-gg- monthly salary from day to day
only chance you need to boss the f-ck up, boss the f-ck up
running tail on them hoes, i said boss the f-ck up
boss the f-ck up, boss the f-ck up
running tails on them n-gg-s, i said boss the f-ck up
15 carats in one piece, n-gg-, sum it up
4 am in coney island ain’t nothing to it
all hundreds in my pockets crumbled up
you going hard but you ain’t going dumb enough
courtside, watching john schmitt warming up
ain’t on the flow with the squad, ain’t on the flow with us
record to us, we them guys in the city
you think somebody different, dog, bring them n-gg-s to me
look, you ain’t a boss, you a’
what i spent in the club i could’ve bought a neon’
all i want is s-x like my motherf-cker street sign
‘can’t f-ck with a cheap hoe
money, money, money, money all we know
boss the f-ck up, tired of balling, need a to
i heard you hating on a player, man
can a young n-gg- get his paper, man
pull them hundred dollar bills and make paper planes
get a n-gg- monthly salary from day to day
only chance you need to boss the f-ck up, boss the f-ck up
running tail on them hoes, i said boss the f-ck up
boss the f-ck up, boss the f-ck up
running tails on them n-gg-s, i said boss the f-ck up
boss the f-ck up
lil’ n-gg-
boss the f-ck up
b-tch n-gg-
boss the f-ck up
hoe n-gg-
boss the f-ck up
‘only hating models, guess i bust my d-ck up
only champagne, i done caught the hiccups
we the weird detroit in case you got sh-t mixed up
we had to get money, being broke don’t fit us
has been and will before a dj spin us
brain look cool but i like mines lit up’
lil’ n-gg- rolling with me, i’m all bossed up
sleeping with my chopper at night, i’m so cautious
sold dope most of my life, that’s why i’m talking
i heard you hating on a player, man
can a young n-gg- get his paper, man
pull them hundred dollar bills and make paper planes
get a n-gg- monthly salary from day to day
only chance you need to boss the f-ck up, boss the f-ck up
running tail on them hoes, i said boss the f-ck up
boss the f-ck up, boss the f-ck up
running tails on them n-gg-s, i said boss the f-ck up
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