Lud Foe – Boss lyrics

[Intro]
Kid Wond3r, you made this beat? Damn
Boss, boss, boss, boss
No Hooks Part 2, bitch, (boss) you know how I'm rockin', nigga (boss)
Get your guns up, get your funds up
You on that opp shit, get mopsticked, bitch
I take her where ever she want, 'cus she a boss (you know I'm a boss, mane)
No Hooks Part 2, bitch, you know how I'm rockin', nigga
Get your guns up, get your funds up
You on that opp shit, get mopsticked, bitch, aye

[Verse]
I buy whatever I want, 'cause I'm a boss
I take her where ever she want, 'cause she a boss
And I got the shit that you don't, 'cause I'm a boss
My new whip, it cost me a grip, with the exhaust
This foreign coupe came with a roof, I took it off
You used to see me for the free, but now it cost
I can't fold this bankroll for nothing in the world
You can't get your bitch back for nothing in the world
The security with the shits, she let me in with the stick
And when these diamonds shine so hard, I might just blind me a bitch
A nigga put his hands on me? Somebody dyin' in this bitch
Them niggas said they gettin' money? Somebody lied in this bitch
Now all these hoes wanna have babies by me
She a bipolar bitch, yeah, she crazy 'bout me
She a doggin' bitch, but I don't want no rabies by me
Droppin' bombs, you would think I have the Navy with me
Tryin' rob my wave, bitch, you can't get wavy with me
Pockets filled with dead people, got Caucasians with me
I be cuttin' up, bitch, I got my razor with me
You can try and run, that's why I got my laser with me
Nigga, fix your face, 'cause you look like a hater to me
Boy, you Swisher Sweet, you just Now or Later to me
She do what I say, all my bitches cater to me
She respect my pimpin', so she bought some Gators for me
Bought a big house, tell me how many acres you see
With my niggas, ballin' like I brought the Lakers with me
Take a look around for me, how many fakers you see?
Dope like vanilla, junkies come get flavors from me
Try to take some shorts, you can't get no favors from me
Niggas sneak diss, but it's nothin' major to me
Forgis on a Porsche, now that bitch don't even look like a Porsche
Do the dash, this bitch fast as hell, all my cars sport
I'm a boss, baby, I'm gon' ball, I don't need a court
Smoke his ass like a Newport, since he came short
Big booty bitch, super thick, bustin' out her shorts
I'm gettin' money, nigga, there ain't shit that I can't afford
My trunk is in the front, my engine in the rear
Them bitches over there, they lookin' over here
You lookin' for your bitch? I made her disappear
'Cause, baby, I'm a boss, let's get this shit clear
If you lookin' for some trouble, you can get that shit here
Bitch, I'm a young boss and I don't see many bosses in here
I'm finna make it rain like a water faucet in here
Bitch, twerk, twerk, and I'ma make this guap disappear
If you play with that merch, I'ma make his top disappear
I fill that nigga ass up with some hot shit in here
I said, "Lil' baby what's that smell?", she told me, "This that new Chanel"
I told her, "I'm a boss", she told me, "Baby, I can tell"
I like the way she walk, she switchin' in this motherfucker
I'm in a fast truck, with 6's on this mothafucker
Comin' masked up, no witness leave a mothafucka
Boy yous a pound cake, you softer than a motherfucker
A lot of niggas hate, this often than a motherfucker
I gave that bitch the wrong number, bet she saltier than a motherfucker
If a fuck nigga cross the line, then I'm offin' your motherfucker
My bitch finer than wine and she bossier than a motherfucker


[Outro]
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