Lyrics Facts - Boss Wood

40 my accessorizor in yo face now that bitch a breathalyzer
Blame it on alcohol but Jamie Foxx is not around to rectify it
You don't want no smoke fr I smoke fr nicotine a heavy problem
From the way the liquor mak you run off at
The mouth I'm thankful I ain't a alcoholic
God given authentic all business fuk all yall niggas
Big tall short fat black small white they can all get it
I don't give a foster mothafuk
About yo rap because the car was rented
How you pose to be the plug when all
Yo power comin from a wall extension
You kno the nigga who just kno the nigga
Who be still tryin to get to kno the nigga
I'm a Uncle Sam me a Master P
You dealin wit a No Limit solider nigga dats a chess move
Either you gon be a pawn or a check move
Trappin never been a honest livin
But for some it was how they kept food
Nigga perpetratin it hurt to face the truth
Demi God my mother laid wit Zeus
Moma had to raise me on her own
I'm a Uncle Luke her whip and raise the roof
Bulldoggin I was raised to roof
Selfie stick em raise the rod and shoot
We be all in traffic wit the shit like can you smell lelelel eww
Consequences com with repercussions
I'm a beat yo ass then I'm a teach you somthin
Cuz you actin like you need a father figure
Long as I can get the tax money
Bernie Maccin you be actin funny
Since I heard about that you askin for me
I ain't scared of non of these mothafukas
I go Def Jammin where dem hollows pointin
I be all in the pool pit
Where I'm goin only heaven knows
At the Dodge dealer how I Dodge Demons
My credit score got a halo on
Got a closet full of skeletons
Peter Parker wit the weapon drawn
Now you in a sticky situation knock melanin on yo melon off
Smirkin at me like she wana eat me
But I'm busy tryin to be a betta Boss
If its nothin betta than my current situation keep it to yoself
I'm betta off
I'm All That with a special sauce
Draw a line for you to step across
Den out line em like silhouette
Dats how you keep a nigga in the dark
If I never blow for any reason try to keep in mind a bomb still a bomb
The finish line like dat nursery rhyme
She will be comin round the mountain when she come
I'm a cross it like a friend now a days
A win still is a win nigga
Ya she built just lik da barbie doll
Don't be surprised if you see yo Ken with her
Snappin like I'm tryin to think of somthin I forgot about
Ya I'm that type
Kill a rappa like I meant to do it den apologize ya I'm that nice
I don't ever wana talk about the
Way shot my niggas at the traffic light
Karma like a baby mama you gone have to pay
Before they read miranda rights
Facts