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Drakeo The Ruler – Neiman & Marcus Don’t Know You Lyrics

The window shopper, nigga Neiman and Marcus don’t even know you talking about all these coupes and shit niggas driving. Back of your Snapchat, ’96 Volvo. [Verse 1]
All that dick riding’ll get a nigga flipped
Princess cuts on my wrist like an emo bitch
Done mud walked in Neimans twice, I don’t need no help
This forty bulging on my hip, I don’t need no belt
Luke Skywalkin’, pints caulkin’, I’m an addict
Come get slippy with the knock knock bandits
The Stinc man will come supply my Grammys
I guess that’s a double whammy
[Chorus]
Niggas talking all this money and this fly shit on Pro Tools
Nigga Neiman and Marcus don’t even know you
Niggas talkin’ all these coupes, where the dash, where your logo
In the back of your Snapchat is a Volvo
Niggas talking all this money and this fly shit on Pro Tools
Nigga Neiman and Marcus don’t even know you
Niggas talkin’ all these coupes, where the dash, where your logo
In the back of your Snapchat is a Volvo
[Verse 2]
Clown niggas, niggas be actors
An F&N in Bally jeans for fashion
These niggas act up, I’m whamming niggas in traffic
You can’t run that far, I’m driving the Nascar
I’m blatant if I’m pagan shit, nigga if it’s vacancy
Man down, tape the scene, blood on my Maison sneaks
They can see, play with me, we ain’t finna make a scene
You ain’t gettin’ bread so you hate on me basically
Big Banc Uchies on the dashboard and the sink
The last one was off a Stinc, high as f**k off the Stinc
Wired up, hard to blink, niggas need they offering
Niggas just be poppin’ it, the grey bags is all around
[Chorus]
Niggas talking all this money and this fly shit on Pro Tools
Nigga Neiman and Marcus don’t even know you
Niggas talkin’ all these coupes, where the dash, where your logo
In the back of your Snapchat is a Volvo
Niggas talking all this money and this fly shit on Pro Tools
Nigga Neiman and Marcus don’t even know you
Niggas talkin’ all these coupes, where the dash, where your logo
In the back of your Snapchat is a Volvo
[Outro]
They be doin’ all this popping and all this fly shit and all that. Come on fool. Come on fool, we know you. Niggas talkin’ all that, poppin’ all that fly shit and all that shit. That shit sound good, shit nigga, in person you got busted ass Air Forces, motherf**kers yellow at the bottom, just keep poppin’ that shit though nigga. Acting like they blowing bands and all that. All that stealing and shit niggas doing fool. All that boosting niggas doing nigga. All that shit on Pro Tools and all that.

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Dreamville – Sacrifices Lyrics

Wake up
The hell, happened
We want, hands up
Pay you, dare you
Motherfuck, motherfuck
Sister fucked, granny fucked
System, get some
Yeah, you, day two
Yeah, you, you, you
You a van, through the van
Stripper, good Lord
Top chi, not me
Boy, please, whatever
You next, to death
To go, ooh, oh
Who’s that? Cole]
You can’t be everything to everybody
I wanna be your lover, your best friend
Your Batman, Spider-Man
Fight to polish who and now your rival’s in
I wanna damn near kill you to be the one that heal you up
I wanna be the one that feel you up
On nights when you need good dick to cheer you up
I wanna be the one to build you up
A wall worth five billion bucks to keep out the rah-rah
And the blah-blah-blah so nobody try to steal your thunder
Pull you under
Toss my hopes out, Royal Rumble
We done moved out to the boondocks
Built a big house, there he wonders
How somewhere along the way
He went from Huey to Eddie Wuncler
I been so disconnected, my perspective is ignorant
When you rich, niggas don’t wanna correct you
Say something crazy, they won’t interject
Do every drug that you want, they gon’ let you
Dangerous when it’s nobody to check you
I be havin’ to check myself
Nigga, stop holding that money, you know you got plenty
I be havin’ to spread my wealth
I used to be at the crib myself
7 years old, off of Bragg Boulevard
Where they bag up the raw
They gon’ stand on the corner, one hand on they balls
And they ran when the cops come, there go the laws
Then I packed up a bag and I trapped it up north on the path of a star
And I ran into you like I met you before
Now damn, me and you goin’ half on a boy, sing
[Verse 6: J. Ring ring
Your number, bang bang
Callin’ up, talk it up
Move over
[Chorus: Johnny Venus]
I make sacrifices, bloody sacrifices
Cutthroat, grab his toe, I suppose
[Verse 3: Smino]
Shit lookin’ all red from the North with the power
It ain’t Santa Claus
Brought my gifts to Atlanta, I’m Atlanta Claus
I can smell you pussy with the panties off, I
Been gettin’ to the bread, tryna keep this shit low
But it ain’t workin’, my
Circle on fire like a circus now
Around the same niggas I been around, so
Of course I (Of course I), endorse my (Endorse my)
Reggie lil’ nigga from the North Side (North Side)
It’s astigmatism, you got poor sight (Poor sight)
Let the bitches forget it, I do it Alzheim’
Of course I (Of course I), I divorce my (Divorce my)
Opinion on advance when you walk past
(On bro, that shit groovy, I made it)
Niggas pull strings like a guitar, guitar
G-Star jeans on my sneakers
I’m a real soulful nigga, collard greens inside your speakers (Yeah, yeah)
Ferguson days on Castro, wasn’t no cash flow
But I’m good for the arch, I’m Dr. Do what? Play this song
[Intro: Johnny Venus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Johnny Venus]
Young nigga back from the dead
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know
Nigga almost lost his head, yeah
Gotta run, gotta fly, gotta float
Channels on top of the dresser
Baby, you down, need to bless up
Gotta watch how you address us
Playing no games, no dress-up
I got an idea
‘Less you wildin’ out in my hood, dawg ain’t right here
Caption me as world nominated before I miss, yeah
Let the AK spray straight before I’m finished, yeah
As a monologue, talking to the fog, fuck a ho and miss, yeah
[Chorus: Johnny Venus]
I make sacrifices, bloody sacrifices
Cutthroat, grab his toe, I suppose
Maybe that’s what life is
[Verse 2: Johnny Venus]
Ayy, man, caveman
Two drink, cave in
Two blunt, ease up
Booyah, leaves up
Who care? Cole]
And yesterday could feel just like a waste, yeah
If I don’t love you how I’m supposed to
And yesterday could feel just like a waste, yeah
If I don’t love you how I’m supposed to
[Chorus: Johnny Venus]
I make sacrifices, bloody sacrifices Who there? Cole]
Huggin’ the block, huggin’ the block all day
I had nowhere to go, she gave me a place to stay
She gave me her heart to hold, I still got that shit to this day
She ridin’ with me on the road, she ridin’ with me in the A
Huggin’ the block, huggin’ the block, okay
She gave me the gift of my son, and plus we got one on the way
She gave me a family to love, for that, I can never repay
I’m crying while writing these words, the tears, they feel good on my face, hey
[Refrain: J. Scholl’s
I’m good for your whore, let me snatch your shone, shone, shone
[Chorus: Johnny Venus]
Bloody sacrifices
[Verse 4: Saba]
Yeah, ayy
Look at what a motherfucker do for the cash intake
They’ll be right across your head like it’s Ash Wednesday
You got to just get off your ass like your ass is fake
You can’t sit, and if we ain’t siblings, then I can’t relate
To they shit, I’m Asic, I run shit, I got it jumpin’ like pump fake
I don’t need nothing but one take
I’m from the part of the city where young nigga keep him a nine like one plus eight
Our politician a fuckface
Corrupt like a Dogg Pound Gangsta
We duel like a small town wager
How I’m the dropout major
Success stories, I favor
Used to cover my scars, out here tryna cover The Fader
Yeah, Pro Tools, knobs, and the faders
Tell pigs as-salamu alaykum
You ain’t ’bout static like AM radio, ain’t even play him
I put my heart and my all in my art, I’m alternate
All of them are the same, it’s harder to tell ’em apart some days
I thought I’d call ’em out altogether
Rather than waste the amount of bars it’ll take for me to call ’em out by name
Caught a glimpse of the alternate world I’ve introduced to you
Via the studio, got ’em studying our mixtapes
I’m from the hood like my mama, put that on my mama
I lay the law down like parliament, all just with a pen and page
[Chorus: Johnny Venus]
I make sacrifices, bloody sacrifices
[Verse 5: J.

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G Herbo – Up It Lyrics

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
Ratchet shit
Shawty [?] popping out the cut, fat bitch shit
Shawty know why I’m tryna brack it, her butt fat as shit
Got an automatic under my jacket and I’m really what’s happening
I just popped a little [?] so I’m feeling fantastic
I’m like fuck it I’ma just go to work cause I’ve been in the bank like [?]
I buy lil bitch a Jaguar, I want me an Aston
Hood bitch with me I’m like NASCAR driver [?]
And I’m smoking [?] she giving head while I’m driving, I’ma fuck around and crash
I’m like fuck it I wanna smash right now, I’ma take her to the mansion
I told her I still wanna suck on her titties though even though they’re plastic
In that new shit I can self park the whip, I’m feeling Jurassic
And you know I pop out with a whip on my wrist huh, look at the dash
Got a bank account nobody know about, yeah I just fill it with cash
Everybody wanna fuck your sister, Stacey Dash
But it ain’t really cause of her face or her basic ass

[Chorus]
Up it, up it, up it, nigga up it
Nigga fuck it
I’ma count this bitch and up it
She gon’ up it
Bitch up it
Quick get to ducking
Fuck it, bitch up it

[Verse 2]
[?] lil racist ass
You used to be a fuck nigga so you tryna erase the past
You hating on me cause I’m a young nigga and I chase the bag
We ain’t smoking but [?] you think we laced the bag
I got my bitch a Chanel bag, caught like twelve stacks
Running track hoes, fuck your [?]
And I’m a bad boy, I’m a bad influence
Tell a nigga what he gon’ do, make him fast forward
[?] keep that Mac, no Pro Tools
Keep that bag
Overheat that Mac
And I’m a star, check my [?]
You can’t see these hoes from afar
[?]
Word to my mom, word to y’all
Word to Allah, whoever your god
[?]

[Chorus]
Up it, up it, up it, nigga up it
Nigga fuck it
I’ma count this bitch and up it
She gon’ up it
Bitch up it
Quick get to ducking
Fuck it, bitch up it

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IDK – Lil Arrogant (feat. Joey Badass & Russ)

[Verse 1: IDK]
This is what you all been waitin’ for ain’t it?
What people paid paper for dammit
This that goin’ to the gun range with the click-clack-pow aiming
That boy from PG, but D.C. still claim him
And I ain’t gotta act like I’m from there, I’m real
Some rappers magicians, they trick you Copperfield
Act tough as a gold medal, you link ’em they daffodil
Meanwhile I’m just runnin’ back kick returns back on the field
Where the Redskins be losing but we gon’ support ’em still
That’s how you know where our loyalty at
So place a bet against me, where your royalties at?
I bet I leave your ass streamed of your 14 percent
Then fuck on your bitch, my dick named Matumbu, I’m lit
I rub on her clit, she drip
Then I cum on her tits
How common is this to spit like a fucking attempt, I’m murdering shit
I flip, then I leave your ass flipped
I flip the script, then skip to your fucking event
I take the check and dip, moments later it’s spent
You take the check and shit, it’s enough for your ‘rents
So how the fuck you telling me that I ain’t good enough, prick?
Uhh, I think that I’m top ten, top five, top three, top two, top one
And I’m still not done
Trump supporters’ daughter love me, so I still think that we won
She on her knees for that black thing no Kaepernick, I copped a nick

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
This what you been waitin’ for, ain’t it?
It’s a portrait, if you can see the picture, paint it
I ain’t got to explain it
This lane, I done paved it (right)
I done paid my dues, now I’m just collecting payments (collect)
One verse, that’s gon’ be your whole life savings
If I was you, I’d be makin’ funeral arrangements
These bars, I could leave your mind in enslavement (what up)
Hit you with the bar that I’m raisin’
I come in guns blazin’ (facts)
We gon’ see who get the last laugh (hah)
It’s funny ’cause these niggas always trippin’ off the past (hah)
Think this shit a joke until somebody get choked
Choked off the very words that they spoke
List here though, it’s getting near close
‘Bout to blow your brain through your fucking ear lobes
This one, the kid been gon’ for a while, they missed him
Patient with the shot when he blast off, won’t miss him

[Verse 3: Russ]
Somebody gon’ die tonight
Rappers see me but don’t say shit like they don’t have vocals
And they be dissin’ on the socials like they don’t have Pro Tools
They think you up until you’re big enough
I guess the love was never real, as if I really give a fuck
I’m already eight figures up
Y’all are in the minors still, I’m Willie Mays
Y’all still jumpin’ out of bed for 50k
I roll back over and continue fucking all y’all’s favorite
I’m the greatest, and I’m not stoppin’ ’til all y’all say it
Courtside, closing multi-million dollar deals
Then we celebrate it, eat Italian thousand dollar meals
I’m in Le Como, you stay in NoHo, the hate is promo
I play solo, women take photos, ride me like they play Polo
My crew solid, new problems, my day ones deserve two commas
A few dollars moves nada, we still act the same, you not a
Part of the formula that put me here so fuck you
When the second album drops, watch who they all run to
(Haha)

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Kodak Black – Up Late (Project Baby 2 Album)

[Intro]
That money don’t sleep, you know what I’m sayin’?
So why you gonna be sleepin’ on the money?
Keep that shit 1k

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
If you want this shit, you gotta be up late
I don’t want it now, I want it everyday
Pull up drop top, fully loaded Wraith
Let the Glock pop, it don’t hesitate
And I keep the strap on me, just in case
A broke bitch always got somethin’ to say
You don’t want no money, wanna get laid
I was doin’ fraud, I was sellin’ licks

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
Drivin’ too fast, it just ain’t safe
I be all gas nigga, no brake
Pop a C-class like I’m in the sixth grade
Brought my BB gun to school in the fifth grade
Thinkin’ ’bout my nigga Cool, hope he OK
I just bought a PS4, but I don’t play
And my nigga Slime right behind me with the K
If I give you somethin’, nigga you better say thanks
And I remember eatin’ peanut butter treats
I ain’t hit my lady in a couple days
You don’t know what I had to go through
You don’t know what I had to go do
In the studio, you know I keep the Pro Tools
I be saucin’ on these bitches, I’m so smooth
Hey, let me show you how the VVS gleam
I ain’t eat no pussy, diamonds on my teeth

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
If you want this shit, you gotta be up late
I don’t want it now, I want it everyday
Pull up drop top, fully loaded Wraith
Let the Glock pop, it don’t hesitate
And I keep the strap on me, just in case
A broke bitch always got somethin’ to say
You don’t want no money, wanna get laid
I was doin’ fraud, I was sellin’ licks

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
(Yo, come on, yo, come on, yo, come on)
I pop the checks and get that money out of state
I be boppin’ on yo’ nigga like I’m on the stage
Want my nigga home so bad, you know the lawyer paid
And even tho you gone, I keep the commissary straight
Slime in the Tahoe ridin’ with that SK
No Wells Fargo, nigga I got big bank
I be rappin’ ’bout it, ‘cuz I’m livin’ this way
Top nigga, I been put up in a fish tank
Took that bitch to Chik-Fil-A, she said she wanna steak
They had to let me outta jail for my birthday
This ain’t no water gun but when I see you I’ma spray
Mine a sniper, quick to shoot I fuck with Lil Tay
And this money doin’ somethin’ to my memory
Shawty know I love that head, I love that migraine
And I just wanna be new Beyoncé
‘krill so big, it’s like an arcade

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
If you want this shit, you gotta be up late
I don’t want it now, I want it everyday
Pull up drop top, fully loaded Wraith
Let the Glock pop, it don’t hesitate
And I keep the strap on me, just in case
A broke bitch always got somethin’ to say
You don’t want no money, wanna get laid
I was doin’ fraud, I was sellin’ licks

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ASAP Ferg – Trap And A Dream (feat. Meek Mill) (Still Striving Album)

[Intro: A$AP Ferg]
Yeah, yeah
Pray to the trap
Pray for the trap

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Send them niggas to the Hood Pope
My synagogue right in the ghetto
Off the dome, I’m killin’ niggas
But the pen game on a different level
One trap with a big dream
I go hard, won’t ever settle
"Go in for the kill" what they taught me
Boy I’m movin’ that Shark Tank
In this bitch like I’m Clark Kent
Got a deal with the devil like y’all say
It’s for the love of the money, what y’all think?
Fuck a wack bitch what I won’t do
Make a bill with these vocals
And the Pro Tools, thought I told you
Pedal or metal, I try to slow down but I can’t
Fuckin’ yo bitch and she kissin’ the dick
And I’m startin’ to feel like I’m Tank
Chasin’ the commas on commas
Embracing the drama that come with the fame
Put that on my momma, the llama
It hit ya, designer in part of your brain, so stay in ya lane
Huh, yeah, I’m fuckin’ your bitch in a park
I bust in her mouth cause she parched
She throwin’ it back with an arch
You cuffin’ that bitch like a narc
Ooh boy I don’t wanna start
Two birds on my boat, I’mma start
I’m kinda like Noah’s Ark
I am leaving this Earth with a mark
I ain’t got time for you marks
I aim at your head like a dart
He lay on the street with a chart
Spike on his head like he Bart
I’d rather be chasin’ the cream
Trappin’ and trappin’, I never be slackin’
I’m countin’ a million a dream

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I had a trap and a dream, trap and a dream
One trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I wanna make a hundred million when I hit the scene
Trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I had a trap and a dream, trap and a dream
One trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I wanna make a hundred million when I hit the scene

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Uh, yeah
Trap and a dream, uh, Mac with the beam, yeah
Left Hollywood, damn, back to the fiends, woo
Pull up in my hood, skrt skrt, and back to the scene, hoo
In the back like a spleen, hoo, hunnid racks in my jeans, aw yeah
Know a couple niggas want me dead in my hood
Do some charity, I put some bread in my hood
Pussy niggas snitchin’, got the feds in my hood
It’s like all the real niggas really dead in my hood
I been runnin’ it up, fuckin’ it up, plenty
Hop out the spur, jump in the truck, Bentley
Neosporin, I’m in the cut, chilly
Mask on, mask off, reppin’ my set, Philly
I got thrity-six O’s, we gone put it on a roll
That boy silent, never told, fuckin’ models out the Vogue
And I rock a lot of gold, all these diamonds on me froze
I called papi for the low, he gon’ drop it, Lord knows
I got a

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I had a trap and a dream, trap and a dream
One trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I wanna make a hundred million when I hit the scene
Trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I had a trap and a dream, trap and a dream
One trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I wanna make a hundred million when I hit the scene

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2 Chainz – Rolls Royce Bitch Lyrics

2 CHAINZ
Rolls Royce Bitch Lyrics

Alright, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah believe in yourself, who else gon’ believe in you
Who else gon’ believe in you? Who else gon’ believe in you?

Believe in yourself, who else gon’ believe in you?
Who else gon’ believe in you, who else gon’ believe in you?

Believe in yourself, health is wealth
Gotta get mine, faster than a step
I can make a hundred thousand just sitting by the steps
I can count a hundred thousand with my feet in the chair
I can pull the baddest broad in here
With my hand pulled behind my back
One hand on the steering wheel
2 Chainz with the ponytail, got the bodyguard concealed
Ill meaning of sickness, I use the pharmacy as a witness
I mean anything around me that’s against us, they can’t be
I got God on my side, that’s all I need to ride
See that’s all I need to vibe, asking what I do tonight
That’s really none of your business, unless you wanna get in this

Rolls Royce, bitch, yeah the doors go dat way
The doors go dat way, the doors go dat way
Rolls Royce, bitch, yeah the doors go dat way
The doors go dat way, the doors go dat way
Rolls Royce, bitch, yeah my doors go dat way
Mydoors go dat way, doors go dat way
Rolls Royce, bitch, yeah my doors go dat way
My doors, Wraith, my doors, uh

I’m good, I’m good like Ye
I’m good like Sean and Push
I’m good, I’m good, okay
Good, sold yay, good 4 way
Oh man, look at me now
Used to have a killer crossover
Now I think I done crossed over
White fans at my rap shows
So many chains on I give you the cold shoulder
So many chains on, I tell ’em move over
Big shit over here, boy
100 acres on my property, man I might hit a deer, boy
I got felonies that’s older than y’all niggas
Family time at the mall, nigga
6’5″, I never been small, nigga
Your swag like RuPaul, I’m appalled, nigga
Yeah, three calls to call food
I want some Nobu, met her at Whole Foods
I just ate Pro Tools, I am the go-to

Rolls Royce, bitch, yeah the doors go dat way
The doors go dat way, the doors go dat way
Rolls Royce, bitch, yeah the doors go dat way
The doors go dat way, the doors go dat way
Rolls Royce, bitch, yeah my doors go dat way
Mydoors go dat way, doors go dat way
Rolls Royce, bitch, yeah my doors go dat way
My doors, Wraith, my doors, uh

Felonies that’s older than y’all niggas
Family time at the mall, nigga
6’5″, I never been small, nigga
Your swag like RuPaul, I’m appalled, nigga
Yeah, three calls to call food
I want some Nobu, met her at Whole Foods
I just ate Pro Tools, I am the go-to
I am the go-to, I am the go-to
Trap shit, I’m the go to
Trap nigga with a gold tooth
Believe in yourself, who else gon’ believe in you?
Who else gon’ believe in you?
Believe in yourself
Who else gon’ believe in you?
Who else gon’ believe in you?

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Slim Thug – Boss Life Lyrics

SLIM THUG
Boss Life Lyrics

Like A Boss

[Intro]
f**k that nigga Slim! You the motherf**king boss!

[Chorus]
I call shots – like a boss
Stack knots – like a boss
Cop drops – like a boss
On top – like a boss
Paid Tha Cost – like Tha Bo$$
When I floss – like a boss
Big house – like a boss
Rep the North – like a boss
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherf**king boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherf**king boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherf**king boss?
Who the boss nigga? You see the motherf**king boss!

[Verse]
I’m Slim Thugger motherf**ker! Tha Boss of all bosses
That’s right! AKA – he who the King of the North is!
Wars won, no losses; who wanna compete?
With the chief of the police, who got the keys to the streets
I’m a full time hustler, part-time rhymer
I’m having thangs Pha-real [Pharrell] You punks ain’t no Grinders
You fools just went to school and learned to use Pro Tools?
And tried to copy ya G moves off the ten o’clock news
You can’t survive in my shoes or afford to pay my dues
Wit your cartoon crews, you niggaz destined to lose!
I rock Eminem and 50 Cent crowds
And spend most of my weekends cruising above clouds
From the West to the Southway to the East Coast
I switch time zones more than ho’s switch clothes
I was born to be on top (top), born to call shots (shots)
Born to cop drops and trick off fats knots, like a boss!

[Chorus]
I call shots – like a boss
Stack knots – like a boss
Cop drops – like a boss
On top – like a boss
Paid Tha Cost – like Tha Bo$$
When I floss – like a boss
Big house – like a boss
Rep the North – like a boss
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherf**king boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherf**king boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherf**king boss?
Who the boss nigga? You see the motherf**king boss!

[Verse]
Call me Sarge, I’m the head nigga in charge
You see the B on the ‘Nage parked in the garage?
I’m the coach, I wrote them plays for my team
Hah! I’m the mastermind behind these teams wit green
I call all the shots, provide all the knots
Supply all the rocks and sponsor all the spots
I stay on the top floor, got the executive suite
Sit in the corner chair where me and my niggaz meet
Sport the Presendential Rolly, got a driver that drive
I don’t open doors no more, he do it from outside
At the club, they lock off V.I.P. for me
And send bottle after bottle to my section for free
Hah! You see this rock hanging on my pinkie ring?
I’m respected in these streets, they treat me like a King
I get accepted like family, your house is my house
I guess that’s why they call me – Slim Thug Tha Boss!

[Chorus]
I call shots – like a boss
Stack knots – like a boss
Cop drops – like a boss
On top – like a boss
Paid Tha Cost – like Tha Bo$$
When I floss – like a boss
Big house – like a boss
Rep the North – like a boss
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherf**king boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherf**king boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherf**king boss?
Who the boss nigga? You see the motherf**king boss!

[Chorus]
I call shots – like a boss
Stack knots – like a boss
Cop drops – like a boss
On top – like a boss
Paid Tha Cost – like Tha Bo$$
When I floss – like a boss
Big house – like a boss
Rep the North – like a boss
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherf**king boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherf**king boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherf**king boss?
Who the boss nigga? You see the motherf**king boss!

[Outro]
f**k that! Y’all niggaz talking shit?!
Y’all come to the Northside
And see who the motherf**king boss is. Slim Thug!

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Lyrics

B.o.B – Shhh (Elements Album)

[Hook]
Shhh, I got a secret x2
Shhh, come closer
(come here bitch)
Smack some sense in your ass x4
Like a pimp, like a, like a pimp
Smack some sense in your ass x2

[Verse 1]
Like a pimp on your ass
I hope I offended your ass
Hoe playin pretend with your ass
Burst your bubble like a pimple, my bad
Chicken little, throw em out the window like a demo
Camo black on black, I keep it simple
That No Genre on me, only symbol
Distracting the shit out your ass
Terms and conditions your ass
Better remember me right
If I disappear Copperfield on your ass
Now run like the pigs on your ass
And they got evidence to pin on your ass
30 years on your ass
I don’t even remember your ass
Barking up the wrong tree
Beating around the wrong bush
Reading off the wrong page
Reading out the wrong book
It ain’t a big deal to your ass
If it don’t make no sense to your ass
I say I’m all about peace
But I’ll still smack the shit out your ass

[Hook]
Shhh, I got a secret x2
Shhh, come closer
(come here bitch)
Smack some sense in your ass x4
Like a pimp, like a, like a pimp
Smack some sense in your ass x2

[Verse 2]
Hold on to your horses
Stay looking for an O-Z like I’m Dorothy
These niggas ain’t as hard as they record us
You just a gangster on Pro Tools
You faker than O’doul’s
Can’t nobody here extort me
We, we ain’t dating, we recordin
Pimping stiff as rigamortis
Probably from counting bands and drinking 40’s

[Hook]
Shhh, I got a secret x2
Shhh, come closer
(come here bitch)
Smack some sense in your ass x4
Like a pimp, like a, like a pimp
Smack some sense in your ass x2