BossMan Dlow - Intro (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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BossMan Dlow - Intro (en) Lyrics
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Everything I rap, I done
seen or done it
Your trap ain't doin' nothin'
like Chick-fil-a on Sunday
Boy I'm on your top, you
could merch that shit
Talkin' bout what I got, I
put in work for this shit
I ain't talk down on nobody,
I just ran my check up
The vette got red guts, tell
them boys to catch up
It's rules in this shit when
it come to bossin' up
You can't ever trust a bitch
that talk too much
You gotta stay on they top
to keep from goin' under
Stay humble with this shit 'cause
God'll take it from you
Gotta keep niggas out your business,
niggas be super goofy
All this money I don't know how
to act, just like a Tubi movie
Before I give a hoe a bag,
I blow a bag in Louis
Remember them boys had the ball,
they ain't even alley-oop me
This shit goin' on, this
shit spectacular nigga
We drive Rolls Royces like
they Acuras nigga
We don't talk on iPhones 'cause
they tappin' em nigga
I was ridin' Nissan, now I'm
turnt to the maximum nigga
Ten piece chicken every pocket, this
bitch swingin' like McDonald's
Fuck nigga, no I can't be guarded,
I'm Dlow Wembanyama
(It's a half a mil in that bag right
there nigga, it's another quarter
mil in that bag back there.)
I won't beef with none of
these pussy niggas just point
me to the chicken
I seen my young nigga Christmas list,
only thing on there was switches
Take them fake ass Louis shoes off,
you ain't gotta fake kick it
Get in the pot and hit that
bitch with a stiff arm
like I'm Derrick Henry
Boy, we really havin' shit
Pull off in a Hellcat
doin' magic tricks
Get your own motion, you ain't
gotta ask for shit
Walk in the dealership, I'm
payin' cash for this
(Real street nigga, I ain't had a dollar to my motherfuckin'
name nigga, now I walk in Benz nigga, and I grab 250 out
that bag and buy that bitch out right the showroom.)
Nigga, let's get some things straight
Punch a nigga in his shit, then
bond out the same day
Nigga, I told the plug keep it comin'
All these pink and blues on
me look like Easter Sunday
Boy, you hear them horses
when I start it up
Still will pull a juug quick, like
baby, "You party or what?"
You better book me if you want
to bring the streets out
I hit Johnny with 200 to
switch my teeth out
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