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letra de bosses linking with bosses - babyface ray & veeze

[intro: babyface ray]
yeah
b-tch

[verse 1: babyface ray]
find another n-gga to play with
10k in ones, a day shift (frrt)
back to back to back, i’m racing (back to back, okay, treeze)
p-ssy good, but nothin’ to lay with (nothing, b-tch, yeah, welcome to the— welcome to the mob, b-tch, n-gga, you know that)
served a million times, i still don’t trust him, he might cross me
you ain’t sl!ck as me, showed his hand and that’s gon’ cost him
i get 40k a show, i used to serve to all milwaukee
i heard fans taking pictures ’cause it’s bosses link with bosses (i heard fans taking pictures)
yeah, got it on me the sloppy way
exotic bags, what you tryna pay? (yeah)
i can’t lie, i got time today
fendi coat with the prada shades (fendi coat)
i’ma keep shippin’, tote the stick, doc holliday (doc holliday)
i told her, “hit thе door and handle business, stop tryna stay” (stop tryna stay)

[verse 2: veeze]
clearing out my rostеr, ’bout to play eliminate (yeah)
i don’t know who more toxic, is it me or my lemonade?
pull up to her job, get throat on her lunch break
money got me spoiled, hoes do what i say
i’m from 7 mile, n-ggas die, they touch me
make like thirty thou’ every time they touch the 8
n-ggas go through great heights just to show they hate
blues with me all the time, i’m beyoncé
find another n-gga to play with
real hitters owe me favors
snitch n-gga, no relations
p-ssy b-tches like probation
made your bed, gotta lay there
i’m ’bout to start a daycare
my bad side, ain’t safe there
all my n-ggas don’t play fair
seven-figure n-gga, you don’t know nothin’
pokin’ out my pocket, but i still don’t give a ho nothin’
what you know about serving ’til the sun come?
way before high school, they trusted me for coke runs
label talkin’ two m’s, at first, they tried to lowball me
i just take the sh-t that i wear once to the salvation army
boy, i’m in the brothers only world tour, the navy army
bake a n-gga like a hot and ready b-tter parmesan
made it out the jungle, i can’t lie, a couple scars on me
if they knew what i had on me right now, it’d be five stars on me
n-gga made at me for no reason, i feel sorry for him
on my granny, i ain’t gotta hit the stash or borrow nothin’
find another n-gga to play with
he a zero, jayson tatum
street n-gga, f-ck on a-listers
wavy like the f-cking caymans

- babyface ray veeze

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