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yung bleu – boss ya life up lyrics

[intro: yung bleu]
got twenty cars, i don’t know which one to drive

[chorus: yung bleu]
got twenty cars, i don’t know which one to drive
got twenty friends, i don’t know which one gon’ ride
i put that pressure on my back, i’m livin’ life
i’m that young n-gg- from the streets, i’m goin’ live
boss your life up n-gg-, boss your life up
boss your life up n-gg-, boss your life up
boss your life up n-gg-, boss your life up
boss your life up n-gg-, boss your life up

[verse 1: yung bleu]
money out the a-hole, stack them blocks like lego
i ran up some bands, she gon’ f-ck me for this fame ho
i blew out the brains, twenty thousand in my chain though
trappin’ in the rain, we gon’ bust you like a mango
i turned myself into a boss, i’m makin’ boss moves
i put my state up on my back so they gon’ know you
ain’t need n-body to put me on, i already had the juice
i took my fam up out the hood, that’s what i had to do
you got some hitters on your team, is they gon’ die with you?
ain’t nothin’ but family in my clique, they open fire for bleu
i got a deal, i kept it real, ain’t sell my soul for this
thirty-two thousand on my neck, i’m goin’ all over this, yeah

[verse 2: rich homie quan]
i had to boss up my life, had to cut off my friends
i had to rebound my circle ’cause them n-gg-s pretend
i had to sacrifice the honda just to get me a benz
and then i asked lord forgive me ’cause i know that i sinned
but lately, i been wearin’ polo tees and they don’t cost enough
life was kind of average ’til i bossed it up
gucci fabric me, put that lacoste up
and he can’t join the team because the roster full
got a b-tch off in the pen, i just be talkin’ to her
i make that call, all them stars, on my way, walkin’ to it
i got these hoes smuggling drugs like they boston george
i done lost count of how many cars in my car garage

[verse 3: yung bleu]
i’m on an island on vacation, i’m a star now
b-tch i got choices, i got different color cars now
plus i’m my oldest, get too close, you know i’m drawing down
all of my people f-ck with jacque, you know it’s goin’ down
twenty-two thousand on my wrist, b-tch it’s a hublot
purple stuff out a double cup, it make me move slow
you gon’ be big, you play your cards right like uno
gucci on me now, snap a photo
i be f-ckin’ different hoes, i be rockin’ different clothes
ballin’ like the super bowl, my audemar super cold
rollie presidential, whoa, go check my credentials, whoa
jigging with a pistol, whoa, you gon’ make me hit you up

- yung bleu lyrics

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