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killa rob - boss up bitch lyrics

[intro: k!lla rob]
rip my daddy
free my n-gga aj (ebe)
free my n-gga lil t (1-5)
free my n-gga a-ball (clem town)
free all my n-ggas
new mixtape coming, be on the lookout for that b-tch
let’s get it

[verse 1: k!lla rob]
got two things, i ain’t talking cat and the hat
push yo brains in yo lap
sell a lot of pills, i don’t need a trap
run up on me, that’s a trap
n-ggas wanna scr-p, i’m gone grab the strap
call my n-gga shorty, you a get yo -ss whacked
need a lot of fiends, so i’m gone need a lot of crack
f-ck these n-ggas, and f-ck these hoes
i’m gone continue counting pros
smoking on dope, but i ain’t talkin white
i got a lot of white, run up on me that’s gone be yo last night
got two k’s, so i ain’t tryna fight
got a big sale, sell something white
my money rollin back, just like dice
i f-cked ya b-tch once, and she came back twice
got a lot of money like oprah winfrey, got a lot of bro’s like i know they with me

[hook]
f-ck these n-ggas, and f-ck these hoes
i’m gone stay on my toes, i’m gone stay countin pro’s
f-ck these n-ggas, and f-ck these hoes
i’m gone stay on my toes, i’m gone stay countin pro’s
boss up b-tch, when you see me in the hood
boss up b-tch, when you see on the bridge
boss up b-tch, when you see me in the chesters
boss up b-tch, when you see me in the vill

[verse 2: quanny]
pull up in that magnum
sippin on lean got me finnessin through the traffic
bands in my jeans got a n-gga pants saggin
got a 40 with a 30 for n-ggas that’s tough actin
i’m just trappin, you just rappin
yo phone off, my sh-t slappin
you pump fakin, i’m just clappin
i’m gettin’ money, that’s what yall n-ggas lackin
boss up n-gga, when you see me on the bridge
yo b-tch loose, off a blunt and some gin
i’m only on 8, but my n-ggas on 10
only day one n-ggas, p-ssy f-ck new friends
and i’m smellin like that loud pack, leanin off that f-ckin ack
my n-ggas shoot for fun, get you off about half a rack
sellin p’s and cookie, but my n-ggas out here sellin crack
got goons on my team, that will get you whacked
dressed in black

[hook]

[verse 3: k!lla rob]
n-ggas wanna make friends, i’m just tryna make bands
f-ck a conversation, or shakin a n-gga hand
got my goons, they in the black van
you don’t want these problems, if you do they come with hollows
i pop a lot of bottles, f-ck these hoes cause they rats
call my n-gga quanny, you a get yo -ss whacked
need a lot of money, i’m gone need a lot of boy
kids play with toys, but in the streets we call them guns
i’m from where the hook will make you run
n-ggas wanna hate, so you gotta have a gun

- killa rob lyrics

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