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letra de boss yo life up - gee pop

[chorus ?]
boss you life up
she can already tell the difference
they ain’t like us
n-ggas out here toating big sh-t, put that knife up
i’m in here with [?] 23, i’m with michael
[?] work the mg with no licance
i know that n-ggas think that i’m a rapper, i ain’t write this
i like it when she break it off [?] that excite me
if she can’t hand it to me, [?] i’m trifling
[?] your ho [?]

[verse 1: 22nd jim]
only time they see me, when i’m come and get the bag in
fullys on my hip, but them b-tches sound like mac 10’s
see me on the road, ain’t doing shows, b-tch, i’m trappin
can’t compare mе to these n-ggas, ’cause thеy fake and they be cappin
if i want a n-gga gone, then my n-ggas make it happen
give a f-ck about this rappin, made 300 off of trappin
n-ggas hustle for these hoes, man, these n-ggas moving backwards
n-ggas love to run they mouth, but i’ma catch him up in traffic
got some sh-t up on my hip, to flip a p-ssy n-gga back [?]
[?] it’s going down, can’t wait to punch on me a rapper
and i’m sliding in that [?], my n-ggas [?] turn off [?]
most of these n-ggas just be talking, [?] my n-ggas [?]
[chorus ?]
boss you life up
she can already tell the difference
they ain’t like us
n-ggas out here toating big sh-t, put that knife up
i’m in here with [?] 23, i’m with michael
[?] work the mg with no licance
i know that n-ggas think that i’m a rapper, i ain’t write this
i like it when she break it off [?] that excite me
if she can’t hand it to me, [?] i’m trifling
[?] your ho [?]

[verse 2 ?]
taking [?] against the fam, that was never an option
it’s ten milli on my pocket, it’s thousands [?]
i done got my mind made, i’m in it for profit
i can’t let n0body get me, i stay on my [?]
i’m on go before i’m [?] call me before
metal detector at the door, still got straps in the show
we might not ever rob again, but i’m trappin fasho
she asked me do i got a type? scammers and hoes
hey, b-tches that get busy, [?] pros
i’m on my phone collecting texts, and grabbing them lows
i lost 30, i was sick, but i’m back to the dough
i hit your state and info, [?] come back to the road
she like it, slimed her [?]
[?] wanna [?]
everytime you fly them b-tches [?]
when i get them thick blue bricks, that excite me
but i don’t do no stuntin for a b-tch [?]
[chorus ?]
boss you life up
she can already tell the difference
they ain’t like us
n-ggas out here toating big sh-t, put that knife up
i’m in here with [?] 23, i’m with michael
[?] work the mg with no licance
i know that n-ggas think that i’m a rapper, i ain’t write this
i like it when she break it off [?] that excite me
if she can’t hand it to me, [?] i’m trifling
[?] your ho [?]

- gee pop

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