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kid ink – bossin’ up (supermix) lyrics

[verse 1: young jeezy]
i’mma show you motherf-ckers how to k!ll a remix
comin’ all black like i’m hittin’ them l!cks
all black .40 with them ladders hangin’ out
30-round clips, call them sh-ts chopsticks
run up in the booth with a ski mask on
run up in the booth make a ski mask song
run up the booth, then i hop up in the coupe
now i’m ridin’ in the ‘rari with a ski mask on
i’m too bossed up, i need to turn my boss down
king of the street sh-t, where the f-ck is my crown?
graduated from the street with my cap and my gown
you the motherf-ckin’ man if you servin’ your town
my lil’ n-gga eat, sleep, sh-t and deal cocaine
not that rap sh-t, i’m talkin’ real cocaine
cte, tbc (what is is, homeboy?) “boss yo life up gang”
with my boss b-tch and she bossed up
on that 2pac, she’s gettin’ tossed up
can’t cross me, you’ll get crossed up
can’t cross me, i’m too bossed up
my name hefe, i do boss sh-t
no on star, get lost, b-tch
you a b-tch n-gga? then kick rocks
just know rich n-ggas do drop-tops
you ain’t sh-t, i talk sh-t
ebola rhymes, my watch sick
i’m top gun, i’m in the c-ckpit
got the game locked, call the locksmith
no stan smith, i do gourmet
giuseppes, new j’s
my earrings, they cold as f-ck
call the north pole, that’s bossin’ up

[hook]
valet park my whip, n-gga
hammer time for my chips, n-gga
(bossin’ up) add it up
your girlfriend choosin’ so you mad as f-ck
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 want some bags and stuff

[verse 2: kid ink]
it go, uhh
bossin’ up and you downgrade
look around and see a bunch of clowns
tryna represent my town lately (wait)
i’ve been gone for like 30 days
i wore every chain, no wedding ring
got a boss b-tch and she understand
that timing is everything
nah, don’t trip – put it on the tab
knowin’ i’m a g, gotta put it on the bag
break a b-tch down, gotta put her in a cast
she ain’t got a ride, might put her in a cab
you ain’t even know, n-gga? put him in a cl-ss
trip, big chuck might put you in the past
hit a blunt hard, n-gga, put me in the pads
just rolled up, but the high don’t last
ridin’ through the city, hope i don’t crash
know they thought that it wasn’t gon’ last
you can’t even tell me why you mad?
is it really that bad, is you doin’ that bad?
what you make in a year i pay in taxes
the money burnin’ holes in my pocket
i just need somewhere to ash it
nah, you ain’t gotta ask, b-tch

[hook]

[verse 2: french monatana]
you know it’s mr. haaanhh
ferg what’s happening
ink what’s happening
owwww, 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 owwww, hannnn
c0ke boys in this b-tch (hannn)
got kid ink up in this b-tch (hannn)
got asap ferg in this b-tch (ay, ay, ay)
i’m like (owww) hunit on that stage n-gga
hunnit in them them k’s n-gga
in that porsche, boxed up, stunting ’till-my grave n-gga
strapped with the 40, sh-t real out chea
talking about the purpose smoking fills 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 lane (bling)
think you an animal turn you to a mank (woo)
throwing dust, throwing bullets (bullt), stunting on the po pull up
top-off, car-hooded, this-south-bronx-boogie
owwww

[hook]

[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 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
young b xxx don’t 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, climbing seas
just collect cash while designing sneaks
whip yo 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
ooooo-ooo, ooooo, ooooo

[hook]

[verse 3: yg]
okay, i’m bossin’ up
‘cause i done already lost enough
see, like… ever since last year
everythin’ i’m buyin’, now it cost one up
say, it’s dark as f-ck…
girl, why you actin’ hard to f-ck?
why you got your guards up?
like you playin’ ball or somethin’
pull up in that porsche panamera, park it up
hop out lookin’ sharp as f-ck, tint dark as f-ck
b-tch, f-ck up off
but you know we don’t love them hoes
yeah, me and young partnerin’ up
that’s the talk in all the barbershops, n-gga
shaq height, couldn’t baller block
probably invest in all the stocks
i’m 400, corporate thuggin’, pushin’ at the label
mama still got bills that’s gotta be paid for
remember when mama wasn’t able?
with them credit card numbers, i was payin’ cable
it’s all respect over here… we gettin’ checks over here
all my homies rap, so all my n-ggas got next over here

[hook]

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