paroles de chanson Boss Life (Mixed) - Offset

Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah
Plus my wrist lit, hey
Plus my bitch rich, yeah
I'm a big pimp, yeah
I talk big shit, yeah
We got sticks bitch, yeah
We don't miss shit, yeah uh
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
This the boss life, yeah
My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
Real life no movie, whole lot OF groupies, yeah

I gotta move a clip, in this lil' Uzi yeah
They like to talk a lot yeah, but we like to mute shit, yeah
Pull up and shoot shit yeah, all on the roof and shit, yeah
Trap out the Ruth's Chris yeah, bust down your Cuban, yeah
Montana, some like Tony Montana
Whole lot of drums and bananas
I don't fuck with no rappers
I got love for my trappers, yeah
Reachin' for my chains see I know blood they gon' wack 'em yeah
New spot like the Falcons
New drop this the fast one
Get some top in the Aston
1.5 in cash, bruh
Young fly nigga, they like, "He so handsome"
I might slide through in that Rolls Royce Phantom

Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah
Plus my wrist lit, hey
Plus my bitch rich, yeah
I'm a big pimp, yeah
I talk big shit, yeah
We got sticks bitch, yeah
We don't miss shit, yeah uh
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
This the boss life, yeah (Offset)
My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah

My whole cup polluted (drank)
Get in that pint and how you can (hun)
We take the phone from the groupies (woo)
I'm drippin', baby, excuse me (drip)
Whole lot of gang in here (gang)
Northside niggas, no names in here (naw)
Pinky ring crystal clear, 40k spent on a private Lear (phew)
60k solitaire (60 ball)
I cannot vibe with queers (hun hun)
I got the heart of a bear (huh)
Bustin' them down by the pair (bust down)
Patek Philipe, it's rare (hey)
I'm smashin', pullin' her hair (smash)
Trap fashion, look what I wear (trap fashion)
It's a ghost but do not be scared (hun hun)
It's a Wraith with stars in the ceiling, yeah (stars)
They go ape on them bars catch a body, yeah
Let my dick fill in her mouth like it's a cavity, yeah
Sippin' on codeine, floatin' with no gravity yeah

Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah
Plus my wrist lit, hey
Plus my bitch rich, yeah
I'm a big pimp, yeah
I talk big shit, yeah
We got sticks bitch, yeah
We don't miss shit, yeah uh
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
This the boss life, yeah
My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah

It's a game
Yeah, I get rich shit hop
Hey you're a bitch shut up
I talk big shit yeah
I got big wheels, yeah