Boss Up Songtext
von OsamaSon
Boss Up Songtext
Boss up, just flex
Boss up, just flex
Boss up, just flex
Boss up, just flex
Fuck the check up, yeah
Fuck the check up, yeah
Fuck the check up, yeah
Fuck the check up, yeah
What you doin′ here? (What?)
Lookin' the best (lookin′ the best)
And I made it this far (bee)
Thank God, I'm blessed (yuh, yuh)
They ain't show no love (no love)
′Til I made it, yeah
And I proved them wrong, uh
I put that shit on, yeah
Bad ho, in her thong, yuh
Said she wanna have fun, yeah (bee)
Let′s get it on, yeah
Let's get it on, yeah
Put a lil′ bih, to bed (to bed)
I was in the back countin' up deads (bee, bee)
I was just- (what?)
I was too high
I was too high on a three six five
Popped a X, took over my mind
What would you do if you had this ride?
What would you do if you had my eyes?
Hundred on hundred, it′s no surprise
Look at my neck, hella ice (ice)
Look at my wrist, hella ice (ice)
Spent a lil' shit, did that twice (twice)
Look at my bitch, drink her like wine
Buyin′ her shit just to waste the time (bee, bee)
Wave that stick, no, I'm not blind (not blind)
Balenciaga hoodie when it's hot outside
Shoutout my slime, go slime for slime (slime)
Go red for red, we go pint for pint (uh)
I was geeked off tens for the last seven nights (damn)
I was fuckin′ on tens for the last seven nights (damn)
Throw a lil′ money, bet this bih gon' bite (gon′ bite)
V8 turbo on the whip, take flight (skrrt)
Free my shooter, gotta send a lil' kite (lil′ kite)
Fucked up slime, shit don't feel right (feel right)
You ain′t on shit, .556
Ride with two sticks, don't get hit (buh, buh)
Realized only broke niggas talk shit (talk shit)
Since I got money, I ain't talk about shit (shit)
You don′t got-, you ain′t talkin' ′bout shit (you ain't talkin ′bout)
And I got the-, make a bih throw a fit
And I got the frr, bih, uh, uh, aheh (bee, bee, bee, bee, bee)
Yeah, yeah (bee, bee, bee, bee, bee)
Boss up, just flex
Boss up, just flex
Boss up, just flex
Boss up, just flex
Fuck the check up, yeah
Fuck the check up, yeah
Fuck the check up, yeah
Fuck the check up, yeah
What you doin' here? (What?)
Lookin′ the best (lookin' the best)
And I made it this far (bee)
Thank God, I'm blessed (yuh, yuh)
They ain′t show no love (no love)
′Til I made it, yeah
And I proved them wrong, uh
I put that shit on, yeah
Bad ho, in her thong, yuh
Said she wanna have fun, yeah (bee)
Let's get it on, yeah
Let′s get it on, yeah
Boss up, just flex
Boss up, just flex
Boss up, just flex
Fuck the check up, yeah
Fuck the check up, yeah
Fuck the check up, yeah
Fuck the check up, yeah
What you doin′ here? (What?)
Lookin' the best (lookin′ the best)
And I made it this far (bee)
Thank God, I'm blessed (yuh, yuh)
They ain't show no love (no love)
′Til I made it, yeah
And I proved them wrong, uh
I put that shit on, yeah
Bad ho, in her thong, yuh
Said she wanna have fun, yeah (bee)
Let′s get it on, yeah
Let's get it on, yeah
Put a lil′ bih, to bed (to bed)
I was in the back countin' up deads (bee, bee)
I was just- (what?)
I was too high
I was too high on a three six five
Popped a X, took over my mind
What would you do if you had this ride?
What would you do if you had my eyes?
Hundred on hundred, it′s no surprise
Look at my neck, hella ice (ice)
Look at my wrist, hella ice (ice)
Spent a lil' shit, did that twice (twice)
Look at my bitch, drink her like wine
Buyin′ her shit just to waste the time (bee, bee)
Wave that stick, no, I'm not blind (not blind)
Balenciaga hoodie when it's hot outside
Shoutout my slime, go slime for slime (slime)
Go red for red, we go pint for pint (uh)
I was geeked off tens for the last seven nights (damn)
I was fuckin′ on tens for the last seven nights (damn)
Throw a lil′ money, bet this bih gon' bite (gon′ bite)
V8 turbo on the whip, take flight (skrrt)
Free my shooter, gotta send a lil' kite (lil′ kite)
Fucked up slime, shit don't feel right (feel right)
You ain′t on shit, .556
Ride with two sticks, don't get hit (buh, buh)
Realized only broke niggas talk shit (talk shit)
Since I got money, I ain't talk about shit (shit)
You don′t got-, you ain′t talkin' ′bout shit (you ain't talkin ′bout)
And I got the-, make a bih throw a fit
And I got the frr, bih, uh, uh, aheh (bee, bee, bee, bee, bee)
Yeah, yeah (bee, bee, bee, bee, bee)
Boss up, just flex
Boss up, just flex
Boss up, just flex
Boss up, just flex
Fuck the check up, yeah
Fuck the check up, yeah
Fuck the check up, yeah
Fuck the check up, yeah
What you doin' here? (What?)
Lookin′ the best (lookin' the best)
And I made it this far (bee)
Thank God, I'm blessed (yuh, yuh)
They ain′t show no love (no love)
′Til I made it, yeah
And I proved them wrong, uh
I put that shit on, yeah
Bad ho, in her thong, yuh
Said she wanna have fun, yeah (bee)
Let's get it on, yeah
Let′s get it on, yeah
Writer(s): Rok Curkovic, Amari Middleton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com