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letra de og bobby johnson - boss krizzy & fbg duck

[intro: boss krizzy]
let’s get it
let’s get it, let’s get it, let’s get it (krizzy)
yeah (kreed)
fbg sh-t
gang
uh-huh

[verse 1: boss krizzy]
smokin’ og kush out of black jacks
young boss n-gga, find me where the cash at
gettin’ to the cheese, no rat traps
got them snakes off my plane, samuel l. jackson (huh?)
fbg clout boyz, b-tch, the team winnin’
i’m on the strong pack-pack, yeah, that green spinach
make that n-gga lay it down or that tec spit (brrat)
catch a opp lackin’, sh-t gon’ get hectic
middle fingers up to the opposition (f-ck ’em)
clout boyz, b-tch, we ain’t got no competition (f-ck ’em)
i’m a real-ass n-gga, you already know
f-ck a b-tch, pass her ’round, that’s a give-and-go (go)
word around town krizzy gettin’ dough (krizzy got the cash)
i’m a smooth-ass n-gga with a k!ller flow (uh-huh)
you pillow talkin’ to a b-tch, we don’t save hoes
like the nba, yeah, we like to trade hoes (trade ’em)
i’m the don of this motherf-ckin’ rap sh-t (i’m the don)
try me, then that motherf-ckin’ mac spit (uh-huh)
boss krizzy, i ain’t duckin’ no action
i know you heard what my n-gga billion black said (let’s get it)
word around town krizzy got the nine-piece
i’ll get a n-gga straight like a f-ckin’ iron crease
got a bad b-tch with me, yeah, she a dime piece
and it’s money on my mind, i don’t need a mind reader
[break: boss krizzy & fbg duck]
gang (woo)
word on the streets, i’m a real n-gga (too easy, too easy, too easy)
(ayy, turn up)
word from me, i’m still a real n-gga
shout out to the block (gang-gang)
word on the streets, i’m that n-gga (let’s get it)
free the guys (let’s get it)
word from me, i’m still that n-gga (stl, ebt, woo)

[verse 2: fbg duck]
look, word on the street, i’m up next (turn up)
a lot of motherf-ckers gon’ be upset (turn up)
’cause i got all of my chains on (flex)
you could get shot tryna touch that (boom)
my shooter steph curry, he blowin’ that thirty (boom-boom)
you won’t have the chance to bust back (no)
my homie deceased, so what makes you think
we gon’ squash the beef? n-gga, f-ck that (let’s get it)
i’m from where they show no love at (st. lawrence)
the block where you could get mugged at (st. lawrence)
you tryna play games like a kid (bah, boo)
’til tommy come get you, ain’t talkin’ ’bout rugrats (brrt)
they talk about guns, where them guns at? (show me)
they say they want beef, man, i love that (true)
shoot a n-gga so many times (boom-boom)
forensics don’t know where the slugs at (boom, boom)
take a look at me, i’m flexed up (flexed)
y’all n-ggas don’t look flexed up (no)
i should be the king of this flex stuff (turn up)
n-ggas hatin’ on me ’cause they see i ran my check up (money)
take a n-gga b-tch, then f-ck her (f-ck her)
i had to let her know i don’t love her (thotty)
shawty thought i was gon’ cuff her (dumb b-tch)
sorry, baby, but i am not a sucker, gang

- boss krizzy fbg duck

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