paroles de chanson Bossed Up - Lil Altoid

Timbaland, if you hear this, don't sue me, bro
Please, nigga, please, nigga, don't sue me
Come on, bro, please
All my niggas bossed up, bossed up (Yeah)
All my niggas bossed up, bossed up (Yeah)
All my niggas bossed up, bossed up (Yeah)
All my niggas (ay, ay, ay)

Yeah, bossed up like the last level of Mario
The cardio, I go all night turn up the bario
Your bitch wanna meet Altoid, but she a sorry hoe
Crew deep like Dawson's Creek, shoutout Rosario
Nigga, goddamn
Steam coming off the mic, yeah that's a hot man
Bitches in the DMs like I was a pop band
If I step up out the jet, then it's a hot land
You talking shit and sucking dick but you ain't got fans
God damn, nigga, ain't nobody hearing your shit
You talking tough but I'm the nigga that you fearing and shit
Okay this nigga wanted war, but now he hearing the clip
Now he tearing and shit
I put the molly in my Minute Maid
Your pockets light, now come look at what a minute made
I could write two songs, make 'em ten seconds long
And I promise over you, they still getting played
I'm a young boss nigga, I wake up and get my dick sucked
If you keep your life, that's only because the clip stuck
Wrists so bare, you really should get your piss up
Life don't fight fair, I woke up and put my fists up

All my niggas bossed up, bossed up, ay
All my niggas bossed up, bossed up, ay
All my niggas bossed up, bossed up, ay
All my niggas bossed up, bossed up, ay
Yeah, all my niggas bossed up, bossed up
Yeah, all my niggas bossed up, bossed up
Yeah, all my niggas bossed up, bossed up
Yeah, all my niggas bossed up, bossed up
Ay, ay, ay

Wrists pure white like I'm with the Klan
And I'm kinda promiscuous, shout out Timbaland
I keep a couple niggas under like a boss do
Leave an opp six feet, fuck with me, it's finna cost you
Boss who? I'm the nigga running the game
These niggas paying for they fans I ain't running with lames
And all these fake ass niggas with their fake ass fame
Got a 100K but nobody even know your name
Now, how that make sense?
With them weak ass streams, you niggas make cents
You pay for studio time, I'm in my basement
And all your weak ass bars need a replacement
You got ghostwriters, I could never fake shit
Run up in your studio and take shit
Talking 'bout your jewelry 'cause your rhymes couldn't make shit
Run up to yo mama house, my crew is finna break shit
I got my own style and you niggas is on some Drake shit
Put me in the whip and you gon see just how the bass hit
Trynna make a wave 'cause all these niggas really basic
LASIK, I chop shit just like surgery
The way these niggas test me, I promise they never heard of me
They on my coat tails riding me, they made a herd to me
The hate just gives me more clout, you're not hurting me
I'm a young nigga just bossed up
And I snapped on the track, so I put my feature cost up

Bossed up, bossed up, ay
All my niggas bossed up, bossed up, ay
All my niggas bossed up, bossed up, ay
All my niggas bossed up, bossed up, ay
Yeah, all my niggas bossed up, bossed up, ay
Yeah, all my niggas bossed up, bossed up, ay
Yeah, all my niggas bossed up, bossed up, ay
Yeah, all my niggas bossed up, bossed up, ay
Ay, ay, ay