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letra de boss - yn jay

[intro: yn jay]
(thank you, gc)
just tryna figure out

[verse 1: yn jay]
you ain’t even got no workers, you a fake boss
like how is you—?
how?
you ain’t even got no workers, you a fake boss
you can call me anything, but i ain’t soft
hate n-ggas stickin’ on my clothes, sh-t, ayy
startin’ to rub off
n-gga got popped ‘fore he even got the gun off
you was probably weak when you was— d-mn
you was probably weak when you was young ’cause your son soft
n-gga got popped, yeah, he left early, but he came back
tried to run off
plug make it rain and these b-tches, they can’t even get the ones off
i just smoked a big-ass backwood that knocked the lungs off
n-gga happy ’cause he the promoter, you the club boss
but you still not the boss in the crib
blowin’ ‘woods in the crib with the boss
i was probably by myself in the crib with a voss
n-gga got his first job, tryna live like a boss
i got n-ggas shootin’ for me, they gon’ k!ll for the boss
i just wanna buy a million dollar crib like a boss
i don’t work for n0body, b-tch, i live like a boss
even if i’m back workin’, b-tch, i’m still like the boss
’cause i’m real like the boss, b-tch, i’m still like the boss
you just live like a boss, you really ain’t no boss
you the type that go broke tryna steal from the boss
he won’t never see no wins ’cause he live for the loss
b-tch, you live for the cause, get him k!lled, what it cost?
i’m in the crib, it’s a loft
b-tch hit a ball with a stick, it was golf
if you still catch a bullet, one hand, randy moss
my n-ggas go to work, they gon’ k!ll for the boss
[verse 2: payroll giovanni]
i know you ain’t the boss ’cause your boss is my mans
(it’s my n-gga for real)
that don’t make you a boss, ’cause your shoes cost a band
nah, let me get deep (four-one)
who you feedin’? who you leadin’? is your circle eatin’?
who you meetin’? can you touch a n-gga without even reachin’?
who you teachin’? oh, you just like usin’ the word?
i can politic with k!llers, drug dealers, and the nerds
first boss i ever met sold birds, so i wanted one
had to build from a half track, they wouldn’t front me one
in the process, i became my own boss
tables turned, now what you got for me? i don’t need y’all
i done had my pockets weak to keep the team strong
i ain’t trippin’ on positions long as we ball
they see me sippin’ don p with my mink on
but the work i put in you don’t see, dog
my mans told me that he havin’ his way, he wanna thank me
this sh-t i smirk about while gettin’ shore for them mercedes
i put it down like them boss n-ggas in the eighties
matchin’ 580s, you with a boss, baby

[outro]
(thank you, gc)

- yn jay

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