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YFN Lucci

Boss Life

 

Boss Life

(album: Ray Ray From Summer Hill - 2018)


[YFN Lucci:]
Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah
Plus my wrist lit, hey
Plus my bitch rich, yeah
I'm a big pimp, yeah
I talk big shit, yeah
We got sticks bitch, yeah
We don't miss shit, yeah uh
[Offset:]
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
This the boss life, yeah
My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah

[YFN Lucci:]
I gotta move a clip, in this lil' uzi yeah
They like to talk a lot yeah, but we like to mute shit, yeah
Pull up and shoot shit yeah, all on the roof and shit, yeah
Trap out the Ruth's Chris yeah, bust down your cuban, yeah
Montana, some like Tony Montana
Whole lot of drums and bananas
I don't fuck with no rappers
I got love for my trappers, yeah
Reaching for my chains see I know blood they gon' wack 'em yeah
New spot like the Falcons
New drop this the fast one
Get some top in the Aston
1.5 in cash, bruh
Young fly nigga, they like, "He so handsome"
I might slide through in that Rolls Royce Phantom

[YFN Lucci:]
Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah
Plus my wrist lit, hey
Plus my bitch rich, yeah
I'm a big pimp, yeah
I talk big shit, yeah
We got sticks bitch, yeah
We don't miss shit, yeah uh
[Offset:]
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
This the boss life, yeah
My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah

My whole cup polluted (drank)
Get in that pint and how you can
We take the fo from the groupies (woo)
I'm dripping, baby, excuse me (drip)
Whole lot of gang in here (gang)
Northside niggas, no names in here (Nawf)
Pinky ring crystal clear, 100k spent on a private Lear
60k solitaire, I cannot vibe with queers
I got the heart of a bear (huh)
Busting them down by the pair
Patek Philipe, it's rare
I'm smashing, pulling her hair
Trap fashion, look what I wear
It's a ghost but do not be scared
It's a Wraith with stars in the ceiling, yeah
They go ape on them bars catch a body, yeah
Let my dick fill in her mouth like it's a cavity, yeah
Sipping on codeine, floating with no gravity yeah

[YFN Lucci:]
Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah
Plus my wrist lit, hey
Plus my bitch rich, yeah
I'm a big pimp, yeah
I talk big shit, yeah
We got sticks bitch, yeah
We don't miss shit, yeah uh
[Offset:]
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
This the boss life, yeah
My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah

done

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