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Rich The Kid

Real Boss

 

Real Boss


Yo, Alvero
Yeah
Yeah

Fuck me like I'm a real boss (Yeah)
Bought a Forgi', my wheel cost (Yeah)
Top shotta get you knocked off (Yeah)
Fuck around, knock your block off (Yeah)
Two girls come, tap me out (Yeah)
Hundred racks, I fucked that up (Yeah)
Maybach gon' drop me off (Yeah)
Just a million dollars in the loft
Yeah, pull up the big mansion with the shottas
She was a chicken head, I told her, "Gobble"
Ride in the backseat with the chopper
I'm smoking up the pound like the roster
Kick a bitch out the crib like soccer
Bet you, my shooter pull up in a Honda
Bet, you ain't knock it off for a hundred
Big rubber, young nigga get blinded

Big mansion, but my bitch got money
Me a big boss, pull up and stunt
Why he cappin'? He ain't got no hundreds
I was smokin up the pound, I'm blinded
That's a drug, chop a hole in the hundred
Niggas faking, I'ma keep it a hundred
If you talking 'bout my city, we running
Call the shooters, make the pussys start running
Smoke out the pound, used to go sell an onion
You better get low, my niggas coming
It ain't calypso when we start drumming
I got a rich ho', I'm in her stomach
You niggas really ain't talking 'bout nothing
Keeping it with me, I dare you to try shit
These niggas safe in the hole, they sidekicks
I'm talking money and they get it silent

Fuck me like I'm a real boss (Yeah)
Bought a Forgi', my wheel cost (Yeah)
Top shotta get you knocked off (Yeah)
Fuck around, knock your block off (Yeah)
Two girls come, tap me out (Yeah)
Hundred racks, I fucked that up (Yeah)
Maybach gon' drop me off (Yeah)
Just a million dollars in the loft
Yeah, pull up the big mansion with the shottas
She was a chicken head, I told her, "Gobble"
Ride in the backseat with the chopper
I'm smoking up the pound like the roster
Kick a bitch out the crib like soccer
Bet you, my shooter pull up in a Honda
Bet, you ain't knock it off for a hundred
Big rubber, young nigga get blinded

Unuh no ramp with me money (Nah)
Finna you, skip me all the hundreds (Yeah)
Fuck dem gyal (Yeah)
Shub me hood all in her tummy (Tummy, yuh sih?!)
Brrrrrp
Yeah, she bust it (Bust it, yeah, yeah, yeah)
She suck my dick then me fuck it
Don't try me, me clip have in thirty (Thirty)
Say you badder than me, stop the fuckery
Full of courage, now me step out and go make them duppy
Dump them in a rubbish (Rubbish)
Glock make the place haffi bloody (Bloody)
A we have the power like Sonic (Sonic)
Gwan like say unuh wicked and tough
And a them girl a suck off me cocky (Yeah)
So me give her the pouridge (Yeah)
The protein shake where a baddest
She suck off me dick and she give me the sloppy (Sloppy)
Shit, momma bust like me [?]
A we have the big long something [?] and give her me killer (Yeah)
Roll up like Armadillo with some blunt where bigger than cigar (Yeah)

Fuck me like I'm a real boss (Yeah)
Bought a Forgi', my wheel cost (Yeah)
Top shotta get you knocked off (Yeah)
Fuck around, knock your block off (Yeah)
Two girls come, tap me out (Yeah)
Hundred racks, I fucked that up (Yeah)
Maybach gon' drop me off (Yeah)
Just a million dollars in the loft
Yeah, pull up the big mansion with the shottas
She was a chicken head, I told her, "Gobble"
Ride in the backseat with the chopper
I'm smoking up the pound like the roster
Kick a bitch out the crib like soccer
Bet you, my shooter pull up in a Honda
Bet, you ain't knock it off for a hundred
Big rubber, young nigga get blinded

I like that, what?
I What?
I like that, what?
Oh, hey, what?
I like that, what?
I What?
I like that, what?
Oh, hey

done

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