k**a B - Bosses lyrics

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k**a B - Bosses lyrics

[Hook - 2x] I'm out the South (like a boss), got a house (like a boss) Platinum mouth (like a boss), knock you out (like a boss) Rep the Dirty (like a boss), I'm moving birdies (like a boss) E.S.G. O.G. you know me, (I'm a boss) [E.S.G.] Now who the boss of all bossed, that G-O-D And if it ain't him who else, but your n***a E.S.G I'm like a ghetto hood boss, all of my n***as make some mail Like A. Bombardsdale, or my n***a Stringer Bale On the wire I'm on fire, like a b**h with gonnerhea Ask your local DJ, who drop hits every year n***a diamonds so clear, look like water's in my mouth Your preacher pissed off, cause his daughter's in my house I use to sell rocks, and have a quarter in my mouth You can't tell me sh**, bout who the hardest in the South These n***as get on records, and lie bout they life Only thing they did gangsta, was probably rolled some dice n***as acting like they Nino, these wanna-be Al Pacino's Claim they sold dope for do', you hoes won at a casino Catch me on my Harley, with my new blue goggles Fake gangstas get ate, like they chicken and waffles Tick tock Jacob watch, yellow rocks Glock co*ked Fake clicks get dropped, chop-chop like Michael Watts Duck cops hit blocks, E.S.G. can't be stopped Till I hit the tip-top, see the paint flip-flop Watch the drank drip drop, no more rocks in zip-locks Any boss got beef, with the chief you get shot Blood clot body rock, lifting weight doing squats Ready to test any n***a, thinking he got it on lock Watch the clock cause you slop, I done told you off top SES we so hot, know you wishing you could swap co*kroach I fly swat, off the porch or the block Cadillac with big feet, call it candy sasquatch Big bosses get squashed, trying to cop it trying to mock While these boppers bop what we got, and flock a n***a jock Now you b**hes get popped, yeah with slugs and buckshots Infrared dots, now there's mo' blood you gotta mop g'eah [Hook] (*talking*) This your boy the big boss, E.S.G. yeah Before my pitbull, Brandon Stacks bite y'all head off I'm finna let my lil' three year old pitbull, come in here and bite the mic That's right my son k**a B, say B get on the mic n***a [k**a B] (one two three), my name's Lil' B Better on the mic, like E.S.G In the Escalade, on 23's I'm Lil' B, would you roll with me Man, hold up I like candy, on my truck Man, hold up I like candy, on my truck what [Hook: Brandon Stacks - 2x] I'm off the North (like a boss), big house (like a boss) Platinum cross (like a boss), hard or soft (like a boss) Doing my thang (like a boss), swang and bang (like a boss) Brandon Stacks he one of the hardest in the game, (I'm a boss) [Brandon Stacks] Call me Stacks, I'm a young n***a with Stacks Cause I get more money, than the biggest n***a with crack You can tell by my team, and the way that we holding You see the 24's spinning n***a, picture me rolling I hear the word on the streets, n***as hating and talking Then they see me, and they friendlier than Macauly Caulkin Just let me live like a king n***a, floss like a king 32 inch bezeltyne, matching cross watch and ring Why they hating on a king, I'm just living my dreams Twenty two six screens, before I turned 19 I'm the boss young n***a, you can check my bank Got straight k**ers on my side, like Face Slick and Tank You n***as know how I get down, you hoes see me in action Extra clip sixty rounds, get out the way when I'm mashing Before you get the big head, just remember we grimey I was packing heat running dope, when E.S.G. came to sign me I get crunk like Lil' Jon, pimp hoes like Don Juan Like Nas said befo', you better get yourself a gun We number one, not the Rock but this the take over Locked up for a year, but now the break's over Move the fakes over, with they elementary rhymes I done paid a lot of dues, now it's my time to shine SES we on the grind, only selling for a mill Look at all the kiddie rappers, out of Houston getting deals We gon still keep it real, and our music staying street We won't start making bounce music, n***a we keep it street n***as know we go hard, and we ain't never stopping The b**hes start bopping, and the tops start dropping When we show up man, peep how we floss I guess that's why they call me, Brandon Stacks the Boss [Hook: Brandon Stacks - 2x]

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