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quin nfn - bossed up lyrics

[verse 1]
(hol’ on)
i shoot my shot and don’t miss sh-t (huh, huh?)
i treat this hoe like a cl-ssroom
we just f-ck her and dismiss, (d-gg-n)
she wanna f-ck ’cause i’m up
but she can’t get nothin’ but this d-ck, (on gang, gang)
my n-ggas really do drills
and be in the fields, pick six, (go long)
be honest, you not tryna rob
my young n-gga slide, saint nick, (skrr, skrr)
treat a f-ck n-gga like art
let’s make a collage, and paint sh-t, (rrrrrraaaaaahhhhh)
i hit the show with my hammer
i’m goin’ bananas, ape sh-t, (uh)
i want them to try and come take sh-t, (on gang)
imma make sure his muhf-ckin’ face split, he dead (gone, gone)

[chorus]
came out the mud, i’m bossed up
i ran it up, now b-tches be feelin’ the youngin
i’m fresh when i walk up, (walk up)
and i’m still in the hood, designer my fit
i walk in this b-tch, i be sauced up

[verse 2]
n-ggas like domad, i ain’t gotta say sh-t, n-ggas know that, (on gang)
my young n-ggas stainin’ and bangin’
pull up get to aimin’ and blow, where yo fro’ at (rrrrrraaaaahhhh)
and i hit yo’ lil’ thot, where the flow at?
i was clutchin’ a glock in a throwback, (on meeeee)
and i’m lit like a lighter
i’m in the trap with them snipers, i’m feelin’ like kodak
we can do anything, anywhere, behind that lou n-gga
in the trenches, independent
still bomb up in this like suits, n-gga (aye, gang)
them n-ggas over there lookin’ and sh-t (hol’ on)
and i’m like who n-gga?
get on the f-ckin’ ground, cause we finna shoot n-ggas!

[verse 3]
go to your city and pull out them bands
right after the show, i’m f-ckin’ my fans (ayeee)
we got more drums than a band
and i don’t f-ck with n-ggas like i’m in a klan (ayeee)
she eat the d-ck with no hands
fo’ grind, i got slime on top of my pants (ayeee)
she tryna gimme a dance
said you know what you doin’ might give you a chance (ayeee)
i’m everywhere like there’s two of me
and i still got the stick, bought the louis v
couple bad b-tches be boostin’ me
what you on n-gga, f-ck what you used to be
have my young n-gga pop out and shoot for me
is you ridin’ n-gga? what can you do for me?
see my n-ggas all do the foolery
so you n-ggas ain’t trickin’ or foolin’ me
on gang, gang, hol’ on

[outro]
yeah, n-ggas know how i run sh-t
aye, y’all n-ggas p-ss me the woods, i’m tryna roll up
in this bullsh-t

- quin nfn lyrics

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