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letra de boss talk - felix dicey

[intro]
ahh, ahh, ahh-ahh-ahh, ahh
ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh, ahh
ahh-ahh-ahh, ahh
i got two bad b-tches in the coupe
ahh, ahh, ahh-ahh-ahh, ahh (two bad b-tches in the coupe)
ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh, ahh
ayy, ayy, dice, dice, dice, dice

[chorus]
i got two bad b-tches in the coupe (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
one in the trunk, and in the front, we go vroom
dicey-dicey-dicey, how you makin’ all these tunes? (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
im in the studi’, yeah, you know i brought my goons
it’s that boss talk, (boss), i done bossed up (bah)
felix dicey is the boss, so jus’ floss up (floss up)
i been ballin’ on these n-ggas, got me crossed up (cross)
they be hatin’ on a n-gga ’cause i sauced up (sauce)

[verse 1]
n-ggas say they ’bout it, that’s that false talk
talkin’ on a grand, that’s a soft talk
off-white got me doing my lil’ off walk
tell ’em n-ggas keep it quiet when the boss talk
could’ve bought a car, but i bought some ice
you only live once, so n-gga i’ma live my life
i’m in love with cheese but i hate mice
i’m a cool cat, you a rat, like my diamonds i’ma bite
two bad b-tches in the coupe
i got shooters, they gon’ shoot you, if i tell the guys to shoot
i be puffin’ cali, i be boothin’ in the booth
my n-ggas they some lions, from the jungle or the zoo
ahh-ahh-ahh, smokin’ cookies, i’m feelin’ faded
ahh-ahh-ahh, and i praised the lord that we made it
[chorus]
i got two bad b-tches in the coupe (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
one in the trunk, and in the front, we go vroom
dicey-dicey-dicey, how you makin’ all these tunes? (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
im in the studi’, yeah, you know i brought my goons
it’s that boss talk, (boss), i done bossed up (bah)
felix dicey is the boss, so jus’ floss up (floss up)
i been ballin’ on these n-ggas, got me crossed up (cross)
they be hatin’ on a n-gga ’cause i sauced up (sauce)

[verse 2]
dicey, dicey, dicey, (?) sauced up
does it feel as you did, yeah, you done bossed up?
and i just got some diamonds, i f-f-frost up
all this money in the air, gettin’ tossed up
p-ssyboy keep that pole like a stripper
i’m gon’ take f-cker, you can take the kisser
you don’t want no smoke, but we gon’ smoke you like a swisher
you can keep on hating, ’cause i’m only gettin’ richer

- felix dicey

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