Damn, J-Bird, merch that's you
It's Big Boss, one call, that'll get your shit off
These niggas talk, I don't talk, bitch, I let that blik talk
Remember days in the trenches, passing shit like Chris Paul
Ever since a shorty, bitch, I knew I was finna ball
Trapping, trying to get rich, serving niggas in the hall
I had to get my money up
Started with pills, then turned to some zips, then went to some ps
That shit went quick
I got it all muscle, I hustled, don't quit
And I remember hitting licks, taking niggas down with the Glock gimme this
Trapped with the 32, only had six
D a Boa getting rich off the glitch
Diamonds two-tone, looking like piss
Run it up, put the team on like Mitch
Gotta take risks, just to get rich
Close yo door , them snakes, they gon' hiss
Watch your hoes, cause they quick to switch
A little code to surviving this shit
Diamonds , cold, these bitches, they bliss
Niggas hoes, yeah, they be pretend
Smoking on this Za, while I'm counting on these Benjamins
I just took your bitch, cause she said that I was different
She ain't sucking dick, then she know that she ain't getting in
We just hit the club, iced up, chains glistening
Bling bow, bitches on my dick
They ain't want me, bet, they want me now
I'm the man bitch, you know that, bet you wanna do me
I just pulled off with this bitch, I got him looking goofy
Big boss, one call, that'll get your shit off
These niggas talk, I don't talk
Bitch, I let that bling talk
Remember days in the trenches, passing shit like Chris Paul
Ever since the shorty bitch, I knew I was finna ball
Trapping, trying to get rich, serving niggas in the hall
I had to get my money up
I started with pills and turnt to some zips
Then went to some P's, that shit went quick
I got it off muscle, I hustled, I quit
I remember hitting licks
Take a nigga down with a Glock, give me this
Trapped with a .32, only had six
Big Boss Finesse - BIG BOSS Lyrics
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Damn, J-Bird, merch that's you
It's Big Boss, one call, that'll get your shit off
These niggas talk, I don't talk, bitch, I let that blik talk
Remember days in the trenches, passing shit like Chris Paul
Ever since a shorty, bitch, I knew I was finna ball
Trapping, trying to get rich, serving niggas in the hall
I had to get my money up
Started with pills, then turned to some zips, then went to some ps
That shit went quick
I got it all muscle, I hustled, don't quit
And I remember hitting licks, taking niggas down with the Glock gimme this
Trapped with the 32, only had six
D a Boa getting rich off the glitch
Diamonds two-tone, looking like piss
Run it up, put the team on like Mitch
Gotta take risks, just to get rich
Close yo door , them snakes, they gon' hiss
Watch your hoes, cause they quick to switch
A little code to surviving this shit
Diamonds , cold, these bitches, they bliss
Niggas hoes, yeah, they be pretend
Smoking on this Za, while I'm counting on these Benjamins
I just took your bitch, cause she said that I was different
She ain't sucking dick, then she know that she ain't getting in
We just hit the club, iced up, chains glistening
Bling bow, bitches on my dick
They ain't want me, bet, they want me now
I'm the man bitch, you know that, bet you wanna do me
I just pulled off with this bitch, I got him looking goofy
Big boss, one call, that'll get your shit off
These niggas talk, I don't talk
Bitch, I let that bling talk
Remember days in the trenches, passing shit like Chris Paul
Ever since the shorty bitch, I knew I was finna ball
Trapping, trying to get rich, serving niggas in the hall
I had to get my money up
I started with pills and turnt to some zips
Then went to some P's, that shit went quick
I got it off muscle, I hustled, I quit
I remember hitting licks
Take a nigga down with a Glock, give me this
Trapped with a .32, only had six
It's Big Boss, one call, that'll get your shit off
These niggas talk, I don't talk, bitch, I let that blik talk
Remember days in the trenches, passing shit like Chris Paul
Ever since a shorty, bitch, I knew I was finna ball
Trapping, trying to get rich, serving niggas in the hall
I had to get my money up
Started with pills, then turned to some zips, then went to some ps
That shit went quick
I got it all muscle, I hustled, don't quit
And I remember hitting licks, taking niggas down with the Glock gimme this
Trapped with the 32, only had six
D a Boa getting rich off the glitch
Diamonds two-tone, looking like piss
Run it up, put the team on like Mitch
Gotta take risks, just to get rich
Close yo door , them snakes, they gon' hiss
Watch your hoes, cause they quick to switch
A little code to surviving this shit
Diamonds , cold, these bitches, they bliss
Niggas hoes, yeah, they be pretend
Smoking on this Za, while I'm counting on these Benjamins
I just took your bitch, cause she said that I was different
She ain't sucking dick, then she know that she ain't getting in
We just hit the club, iced up, chains glistening
Bling bow, bitches on my dick
They ain't want me, bet, they want me now
I'm the man bitch, you know that, bet you wanna do me
I just pulled off with this bitch, I got him looking goofy
Big boss, one call, that'll get your shit off
These niggas talk, I don't talk
Bitch, I let that bling talk
Remember days in the trenches, passing shit like Chris Paul
Ever since the shorty bitch, I knew I was finna ball
Trapping, trying to get rich, serving niggas in the hall
I had to get my money up
I started with pills and turnt to some zips
Then went to some P's, that shit went quick
I got it off muscle, I hustled, I quit
I remember hitting licks
Take a nigga down with a Glock, give me this
Trapped with a .32, only had six
Writer: Joshua Harvey
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