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hit (feat. gucci mane) - bossman dlow lyrics

intro
(thanks, yakree) uh, yeah*yeah, yeah*yeah
count that dough, put that over there, let′s get it right, you hear me? (big za)
chorus
i’m a sh*t talker, i′m a sh*t popper (sh*t popper)
he got money problem, he ain’t got a thousand dollars (got a thousand dollars)
we some real trapper, we get real active (real active)
say yo’ pockets smaller, she only f*ck with ballers (real ballers)
countin′ blue hunnid, then i rubber band it, boy (rubber band it, boy)
in the club throwin′ ones left*handed, boy (left*handed, boy)
let me grab that ass, baby, so i know it’s real (come here, baby)
ay, you broke, boy, you ain′t got no bidness over here (why you over here?)
verse
rich n*gga preference, that’s a great selection (great selection)
babygirl exhausted, she lookin′ for the bosses (for the bosses)
neck goin’ stupid, wrist too icy, n*gga (bling)
say she want louis, say she tired of nike, n*gga (n*gga)
maybach cost a quarter, i′m eatin’ steak and oyster (yeah)
i like rolls*royces, got too many choices (yeah)
you wanna win, call us, wake up, f*ck the mall up (n*gga)
e’ry car fogged up, and my pockets clogged up (yeah)
i don′t wanna rap with you, boy, i got sh*t to do (i got sh*t to do)
dawg sh*t in a two*seater, this a chicken coupe (this a chicken coupe)
put a hunnid in my mouth, i just left johnny, huh (bling, bling)
big za in the club, it′s a d*mn tsunami (big za)
chorus
i’m a sh*t talker, i′m a sh*t popper (sh*t popper)
he got money problem, he ain’t got a thousand dollars (got a thousand dollars)
we some real trapper, we get real active (real active)
say yo′ pockets smaller, she only f*ck with ballers (real ballers)
countin’ blue hunnids, then i rubber band it, boy (rubber band it, boy)
in the club throwin′ ones left*handed, boy (left*handed, boy)
let me grab that ass, baby, so i know it’s real (come here, baby)
ay, you broke, boy, you ain’t got no bidness over here (why you over here? go)
verse
i got real paper, real tall paper (uh)
i hide my money in the wall, i call it wallpaper (d*mn)
i only smoke flavors and all my suits tailored
i got my neighbors mad ′cause my house bigger than my neighbors′ (facts)
i’m a rich n*gga, i need a rich b*tch
shawty seen the wop, she′s tryna risk it (mwah)
drop*top ferrari, so you know the top is off (off)
she say she scared of spiders, so i had to drop her off (go)
i ain’t got no worries, i got rich*n*gga problems (problems)
and when it come to poppin′, i’m like orville redenbacher (poppin′)
part*time rapper, full*time sh*t talker
can i touch, see if it’s real, bae? ’cause that sh*t wobblin′ (it′s gucci)
chorus
i’m a sh*t talker, i′m a sh*t popper (sh*t popper)
he got money problem, he ain’t got a thousand dollars (got a thousand dollars, well, d*mn)
we some real trapper, we get real active (real active, active)
say yo′ pockets smaller, she only f*ck with ballers (ballers)
countin’ blue hunnids, then i rubber band it, boy (rubber band it, boy)
in the club throwin′ ones left*handed, boy (left*handed, boy, wop)
let me grab that ass, baby, so i know it’s real (come here, baby)
ay, you broke, boy, you ain’t got no bidness over here (why you over here? go, go, go, go)

- bossman dlow lyrics

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