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payroll giovanni & cardo - outro (big bossin vol. 1) lyrics

[verse 1]
my teacher talk bad on me said i won’t be sh-t
seen her -ss at twelve oaks looking like she want a d-ck
fake ice in your roley it’s a broken wrist
i see you tryna flex but i act like i don’t notice it
i’m focusing getting more dough than i’m s’pose to get
you calling me your bro and sh-t but really you a hoe and sh-t
45 on the side no this ain’t a broken hip
still raining g ain’t really sh-t that my brother missed
hunnid set my new piece glue hoes with it
running ice through that b-tch now i’m bout to flow with it
reaching through my jewelry box say i’m gold digging
pockets greener than a garden got the hoes digging
a lil sippin since ballin was a crime
you fake -ss ballers only ballin in your mind
you b-tch ain’t make it to my b-tch you call that hoe a dime
i f-cked her in the bathroom i’m stalling all the time
when i was 19 i was ballin anytime
and i start storing money walking all around
starters made it rain hoes, calling on the grime
bout to hit the a20 deep it’s ballers all around

[verse 2]
should a label or a local drug dealer hit you often
told my plug hold on, dead check economy
told them not to be in lane m and sutton
why these n-ggas think they f-cking with me, man about sh-t
you don’t wanna get rich you just read the tape b-tch
you don’t wanna ride cruise you just [?]
the staying outta bullsh-t philosophy is easy
if they ain’t spending money they don’t need to see me
hunnid coil tv’s on condo walls
i’m independent, i ain’t got no boss
i bounced back on the b-tches for my macho loss
and popped up on the rocket head honcho frost
you a hating -ss n-gga but that’s not your fault
it’s in your dna, your petty -ss pop probably hated who moved the kid day
used to trip when we ain’t yay
stumbled on a g a day
thuggin the block with young n-ggas that’d squeeze a k

[verse 3]
grew up in the jungle and i ain’t talking to bears
all these young n-ggas living with no cares
squares rapping bout squares it’s a whole different era
my generation and yours you can’t even compare
fake n-ggas on the grind met somebody who pour them
and they know soft as sh-t i’m bout to extort them
i’m a go down the list in alphabetical order
i need every last dime i can give you a quarter
how you want a bad b-tch and you can’t even afford her
made ten thous a day kept three to my lawyer
bout to drop the bag off to my n-gga on voyeur
new n-ggas secure bags i got a bump in the toyer

[verse 4]
i’m tryna make them double m’s (millions)
so i can cop a double m, maybach
free my n-gga double m
murder mookie first to shoot with money grams
drop it now you know the truth
when i cop the coup i’m a cut the roof
when rug got indicted the only time that i was spooked
cause when it’s that close most likely they noticed you
my lawyer ready to beat that i just told em to eat that
that car with that pistol tone act like you ain’t see that
they let me out the bent gate i’m headed to the bank k
them couple nights in jail i still have my cell
i’m in that b-tch making sales from freebie we raising h-ll

[verse 5]
watch yourself when you out here in these streets
these n-ggas out here, and get caught with a gun
charged cause my man was scared to speak
i know he a snitch he scared to take some probation
n-gga like it or not, boy i’m a speak the truth
i ain’t never told a lie in this motherf-king booth
jacuzzi in my crib sipping pj rose
i call security cabs cause i don’t trust one soul
roley all on a n-gga knuckle i’m so froze
but i [?] like a slip cause my wrist so cold n-gga
lighting up like white christmas in the summertime
all this white you would think we color blind
n-ggas say they rich mama still in the shed
i was moving work cous like you need a wrap
had a deal and i was still hard at hustlin
p-ssy -ss n-gga told the cops that i bust him
told my lawyer, gave him 20, told him beat that
[?] still your boy though where the weed at
n-ggas making hit songs we ain’t beat that
i was stealing all the codes where the best weed at
with a bad lil b-tch looking like she speak no english
i’m the b boy head c-ck go english
biggest hit market come on, we gon do that
run up on me boy get your f-cking brains blew out
lil -ss hands too much gold, not enough ice
head binges with a body, double my rights
n-gga this is my life, i ain’t faking at all
ten screws in my leg b-tch i’m still gon ball

[verse 6]
i used to eat sh-t drink sleep cash
got a [?] show with the money shoulda say i take it back
4 thou for 70 gram 2 hundred and 150 lil n-gga do the match
stand up showers and jacuzzi’s in the bath
living that boss life that i never had
b-tches in the stash
b-tch don’t cut that pleas deal wanna make me mad
hey, hey

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