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letra de i4 music - bossman dlow

n-gga
p-ssy
yeah
(gentle beatz)
yeah

[chorus: bossman dlow]
n-gga talkin’ my trap open, my trap ain’t never closed (n-gga)
i’m a bully in the kitchen, i keep beatin’ up the ‘bow (n-gga)
he keep pullin’ out two racks, i just spent that in the store (p-ssy)
i can make a fifty quick, that’s like five shows
pull up in a— how the f-ck i’ma drive slow? (n-gga)
smokin’ on that— got my eyes low (on ‘za)
you keep doin’ all that hatin’, your ass gon’ die broke (p-ssy n-gga)
jumped in the i8 (yoom), jumped on i-4 (yoom)

[verse 1: bossman dlow]
i don’t need a bodyguard, i got gang with me, n-gga (p-ssy n-gga)
chain half a brick, pinky ring hittin’, n-gga (p-ssy)
i don’t condone that ho sh-t, don’t put my name in it, n-gga
plug gave me the whole— shh, did my thing with it, n-gga
i got 20/20 vision, still don’t see a n-gga ass
pullin’ up 2023, i’m ready to leave a n-gga ass
you wanna grab some plates? i’ll feed a n-gga ass
brodie got thе broomstick, ready to sweep a n-gga ass
[chorus: bossman dlow]
n-gga talkin’ my trap open, my trap ain’t nevеr closed (n-gga)
i’m a bully in the kitchen, i keep beatin’ up the ‘bow (n-gga)
he keep pullin’ out two racks, i just spent that in the store (p-ssy)
i can make a fifty quick, that’s like five shows
pull up in a— how the f-ck i’ma drive slow? (n-gga)
smokin’ on that— got my eyes low (on ‘za)
you keep doin’ all that hatin’, your ass gon’ die broke (p-ssy n-gga)
jumped in the i8 (yoom), jumped on i-4 (yoom)

[verse 2: loe shimmy]
once he play, i send ’em (i send ’em in)
hit the road with twenty ‘bows, took trackers out the rental (i did)
my b-tch hate when i be geeked off drugs, i need it for my mental (i’m geeked up out my body)
take these bracelets, i go thirty ball, plug gio on my denim (i am, yeah)
yeah, i’m a rap-trappin’, gate-whippin’, chicken-flippin’
in here cuttin’ slabs, got mama mad from f-ckin’ up her kitchen
my left wrist so dumb, it cost a ticket, my b-tch bad, i’m picky
she put so much coca up her nose, i save her under whitney
b-tch, i’m rappin’, trappin’, sellin’ lows, go up the road and send ’em (i am)
we got b-tton on back of every pole, i got more ass than titty
got b-ttons like the navy (frrt)
we reach in our stash and i throw them racks, then go ‘head, bust it, baby (then go ‘head, bust it, baby)
i’m in too deep, i love to creep, i’m happy when i’m faded (i think i’m in too deep)
man, d keep beatin’ down my door, i thought that was the raiders (i thought that was the raiders)
these rappers can’t even f-ck with me, ain’t doin’ no debatin’ (no one can f-ck with z)
if i shoot my shot, then i won’t miss, bae, call me jayson tatum (swish)
yeah (yeah)
[chorus: bossman dlow]
n-gga talkin’ my trap open, my trap ain’t never closed (n-gga)
i’m a bully in the kitchen, i keep beatin’ up the ‘bow (n-gga)
he keep pullin’ out two racks, i just spent that in the store (p-ssy)
i can make a fifty quick, that’s like five shows
pull up in a— how the f-ck i’ma drive slow? (n-gga)
smokin’ on that— got my eyes low (on ‘za)
you keep doin’ all that hatin’, your ass gon’ die broke (p-ssy n-gga)
jumped in the i8 (yoom), jumped on i-4

- bossman dlow

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