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kid ink - bossin' up (extended version) lyrics

[intro]
okay, bossin’ up
you, you can check we bossin’
yeah

[hook]
v-v-valet park my whip n-gga (uh)
hammer time for my chips n-gga
bossin’ up, add it up
your girlfriend choosin’ so you mad as f-ck, okay
chillin’ with my coalition n-ggas rackin’ up
bossin’ up, add it up
bossin’ up, add it up
a lil’ louis but my b-tch wants some bags and stuff
v-v-valet park my whip n-gga (uh)
hammer time for my chips n-gga
bossin’ up, add it up
your girlfriend choosin’ so you mad as f-ck, okay
chillin’ with my coalition n-ggas rackin’ up
bossin’ up, add it up
bossin’ up, add it up
a lil’ louis but my b-tch wants some bags and stuff

[verse 1: kid ink]
it go, valet when i park it, og when i spark it
money speak when i’m talkin’, j-j’s on when i’m walking
stay fired up like arson, you can’t touch my garments
up late nights p-ss carson, drinkin’ large proportions
of that turn up, juice
got your girlfriend, loose
shakin’ that -ss listening to luke
give a n-gga all hole, no loops
give a n-gga all brain, no lip
i be at the ball hanging, no grip
pants saggin’ on four fifth
my security bullets like 4 inches
kick that sh-t like four ninjas
did that sh-t for my n-ggas who
made it out the hood to the good side
b-bossin’ up with no tie
you heard it through the grapevine and i was actually there
yeah, it’s clear who’s been gettin’ to the bread like panera, ugh

[verse 2: french monatana]
you know it’s mr. hannn
ferg what’s happening? ink what’s happening?
ooohh, hannn, bossed up in this b-tch
got my golds up in this b-tch, don’t get tossed up in this b-tch
i’m like ooohh, hannnn, c0ke boys in this b-tch (hannn)
got kid ink up in this b-tch (hannn)
got a$ap ferg in this b-tch (ay, ay, ay)
i’m like (ooohhh) hunnid on that stage n-gga
hunnid in them them k’s n-gga
in that porsche, boxed up, stunting ’til my grave n-gga
strapped with the 40, sh-t real out chea
talking about the purple smoking fields outchea (han)
stingy with the money, but the sh-lls i shed
and my n-gga rip the gold off ya grill out chea
pull up in a tank (tank), cup full of drank (drank)
make 10 mill, stuff it in a bank (bank)
50 on a rollie, 100 on a link (bling!)
think you an animal turn you to a mank (woo!)
throwing dust, throwing bullets (bow)
stunting on the po pull up
top-off, car-hooded, this-south-bronx-boogie
ooohh

[verse 3: a$ap ferg]
uh, harlem n-gga with the gold t–th
hilfiger n-gga, only og
hilfiger n-ggas, only 4 deep
but for real, a trilla’ n-gga bring the whole street
four trill b-tches on my rollie
montana hammer, like i’m tony
cocaina ‘til her nose bleed
make a girl wanna cuff like the police
that flacko n-gga be my goldie
me and rocky like apollo creed
relax to the max, no cozy
big dogs on the crib but i’m low-key
don’t fúck with them n-ggas that be phony
your bm dont even know me
she all on my w-ng, alexander w-ng
yeah, margiela feel the leather – 4g
these ape’s on my feet, make my cypher complete
make girls scream “lord” like i am a priest
i’m a boss n-gga, reclining seats
just collect cash while designing sneaks
white gold t–th every time i speak
3 thou for the smile, n-gga i’m a g
better talk to me nice, n-gga i’m a chief
you dealing with a boss, so i need pc
yeah, i’m bout this bread
i’m bout this dough
i’m bout this dough
oh-ohh, ohhh, ohhh

[verse 4: kid ink]
keep it 1 hunnid, 1 hunnid in one’s
if you tryna have some fun, funds up get you some
the sum of it all (all), all this money in my draw (yeah)
draw these hoes to my car (egh), add it up, how i ball (go)
yeah that’s bossin’ up, but don’t bother us
steady poppin’ in, so popular
love poppin’ sh-t, its rocketship
might take off, so out of here (here)
here we go again (gain), given in to sin
so sincere since last night, til 6 going in
sunshine, see the glare (glare), no we ain’t playing fair (no)
and you ain’t really bout that paper, if it ain’t enough to share (what)
acting like i been on vacation, tell a motherf-cker i ain’t going nowhere
on my own, playing the cards like the game is solitaire, yeah

[outro]
bags and stuff…

- kid ink lyrics

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