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letra de i made myself ah boss - ralo & dj kutt throat

[intro]
yeah, i made myself a boss, yeah, uh

[chorus]
i got so much pressure i gotta get off my chest, yeah
i want so much extra, forgot about havin’ s-x, yeah
i been in my feelings, i’m feeling like i’m the realest, yeah
i know they wanna k!ll me, they wanna take my position, yeah
i made myself a boss, yeah
you know i made myself a boss, yeah
you know i made myself a boss, yeah
you know i made myself a boss, yeah
i know i made myself a boss, yeah
you know i made myself a boss

[verse 1]
who is you, what you do? you ain’t did nothin’ for me
who took a chance for me? who took the stand for me?
who got a hand for me? not even family
but you want some bands from me? you can stop playin’ with me
drop the top with the gang gang
flood the watch, f-ck a plain jane
a hundred thousand ain’t sh-t to me
i spent that sh-t on an airplane
and that was just for a round trip
but we ain’t doin’ no trippin’ ’round here
it took a while to get on top
so we ain’t never goin’ downhill
never goin’ down, i was goin’ up
prices goin’ up but i ain’t showin’ up
what you throwin’ up, what you pourin’ up?
save the money up and f-ck the club up
we hit the club and stand on the sofa (i made myself a boss)
why you got pressure, i do not owe you (i don’t owe you sh-t n-gga)

[verse 2]
i made myself a boss
i’m proud of you, f-ck them other thoughts
f-ck them other folks
f-ck them other n-ggas, f-ck them other hoes
f-ck them other people
we don’t need ’em, we don’t wanna see you
f-ck your gifts, you can keep ’em
it ain’t like we gon’ need ’em
we aight, we gon’ prosper
we gon’ fight like a boxer
lately i been like mayweather
on the private jet with eight brothers
got my engineer, got my cameraman
got my pistol man, got my n-gga sayin’
ahk sh-t, we gon’ pop, got the streets on lock
hit the club, i’m the man, bands hangin’ out my pants
my b-tch my number one fan, don’t give another man a chance
she don’t f-ck with them other n-ggas
that’s how i know that she love a n-gga
let me get this sh-t off my chest
’cause i really know how to hustle n-gga

[verse 3]
i made myself a king, i never want for anything
everything i dreamed, i did that
private jets, mansions and lamborghinis and corvettes
i made it to the top but i ain’t feelin’ like a star yet
they see a shooting star when i walk around with that pistol
i got so much money, my exes know i don’t miss ’em
every time they see me, they see that they really f-cked up
i made myself a boss, you need to tell your n-gga boss up, for real

- ralo dj kutt throat

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