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lord luud - boss lyrics

yeah
i’m a young boss
skinny ri-
yo

verse 1:

really, i’m the man
really, you can get it on demand
if you willin’ to commit then you can get it where you stand
hit em with the fan. sh-t, he was a fan
but i’m so sh-tty, and his chick was pretty thick. i had to brand
sickly with the hand. can choke and roll one at the same time
sticky from a strand that’d poke a hole right through a sane mind
hit me with a plan to grow and float it down the main line
and we’ll be in the sand in coco-mo with somethin’ like 80 dimes

woo

what a stunna s’posed to do?
keep a stack of ‘hunnads just to keep them honies close to you
lately i’ve been feelin’ wavy, really fame be overdue
and i’ve got plenty verses, baby, maybe i should post a few
yup, heat up like a toaster do
don’t step any closer or i’ll roast you with a host of tools
grindin’ coast to coast so we can gross enough to boast at fools
and keep my kinfolk close so we can toast some braggadocios brews

hook:

i’m a young boss drippin’ in sauce
f-ck with me and the cost is a loss
i’m a young boss, teach you how to floss
see you reachin’, leave you creased and tossed
yeah, i’m a young boss
skinny rick ross in a bently with my bennies
gonna win at any cost
dawg, i’m a young boss
i’m a young boss

verse 2:

i’m a young boss
you step to me ya gettin’ tossed
i’m that dubious influence that a snitch had never crossed
stackin’ tax, we roll in packs with bats to smack you where you floss
adapted to this habitat of trap no matta what the cost
lines get crossed?
yo, then plots get drawn so draw ya shades and catch us
creepin’ through your lawn at dawn, upon you with grenades
you grind out there for days , in time your crime can finally pay
whether yay or hay, the weather’s grey always so find ya prey

you married to the game? then go get out and f-ckin’ play
catch you starin’ at my gang, you better off to duck and spray
get telephoned a mellow tone that tells ya chrome is on it’s way
i’m h-lla stoned cause, fellas, yellowstone just might erupt today
it’s not enough to say that i’m ambitious with the nine
curvin’ bullets past yo cover, homie, this just how i shine
vicious with the rhyme, droppin b-tches on a dime
to stop, drop, and set up shop to cop them blista’s from the grind

hook repeated

lord luud
whole team on the come-up, man
yep, really, we some young bosses

- lord luud lyrics

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