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lirik lagu obama runtz – bossman dlow

[intro: bossman dlow]
n*gga, n*gga
yeah (yeah)
cut the small talk (big za), i like cash talk (gentle beatz)
n*gga, yeah
n*gga

[chorus: bossman dlow]
nah, cut the small talk (what i’m talkin’ ’bout), i like cash talk (n*gga)
bae, these diamonds hittin’, turn the flash off (bling)
i’m like winn*dixie, i get bags off (vroom)
baby got a pretty face, slim waist, ass soft (come here, baby)
i’ma get my own sack, b*tch, i never had to beg (n*gga)
i ain’t takin’ sh*t back, b*tch, i said what i said (n*gga)
i was down bad and they left your boy for dead (huh?)
she say, “girl, that fat n*gga keep a loaf of bread” (look out)

[verse 1: bossman dlow]
i still got powerhouses comin’ through on mopeds (vroom)
i’ma still run that check up like i got four legs (beep, beep)
give me any drug, i’ma get it off (on god)
i’ma stomp on these f*ck n*gga еvery time they p*ss mе off (p*ssy n*gga)
b*tch, i’m tryna score, i ain’t got no time to punt (remember that)
i’m fillin’ up my slapwood with obama runtz (haha)
b*tch, throw me the alley*oop—, yeah (yeah, big za)
b*tch threw me the alley*oop, i f*cked around and dunked
hoo*hoo, drops the sledgehammer
huh, come f*ck with a boss, pay your rent, baby (pay your rent, baby)
you know i pull up fresher than a mint, baby (mint, f*ck n*gga)
your baby daddy broker than a b*tch, baby (broke*ass n*gga)
you can’t see nothin’ but diamonds behind these tints, baby (baby)
[chorus: bossman dlow & wizz havinn]
nah, cut the small talk (what i’m talkin’ ’bout), i like cash talk (n*gga)
bae, these diamonds hittin’, turn the flash off (bling)
i’m like winn*dixie, i get bags off (vroom)
baby got a pretty face, slim waist, ass soft (come here, baby)
i’ma get my own sack, b*tch, i never had to beg (n*gga)
i ain’t takin’ sh*t back, b*tch, i said what i said (n*gga, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
i was down bad and they left your boy for dead (huh? switch sides girl, girl)
she say, “girl, that fat n*gga keep a loaf of bread” (look out)

[verse 2: wizz havinn]
ayy, this real ice, i don’t need a flash for this sh*t (n*gga)
for this cash, got a bad b*tch that’ll do a trick (she gon’ do some tricks for it)
designer down, i ain’t take the tag off this sh*t (f*ck it)
they ask me why, ’cause, b*tch, i paid a bag for this sh*t (on god)
i’m that type of n*gga, get a rap check, go buy a brick (go buy a brick)
i’m the type of n*gga, catch you hatin’, i’ma slide your b*tch (hit your b*tch)
you with this sh*t or you ain’t, pick what side you with (pick a side)
bag still comin’ in, all kinda sh*t (all kinda)
foreign car driver, pull up all kinda whips (skrrt, skrrt)
trap n*gga fashion, put on all kinda drip (i’m dripped up)
pack do gymnastics, n*gga, i’ma make it flip (yeah*yeah)
all these blue hundreds on me, got ’em thinkin’ i’m a crip (huh)
long live nip, all i know is hustle (hustle, n*gga)
real street n*gga, got this sh*t up off the muscle (got it off the muscle, n*gga)
all this jewelry on, i ain’t got no time to tussle (i ain’t got time to tussle, n*gga)
lookin’ like a bridge, jumpin’ out that motherf*cker (jumpin’ out that sh*t, n*gga, jump out)
[chorus: bossman dlow]
nah, cut the small talk (what i’m talkin’ ’bout), i like cash talk (n*gga)
bae, these diamonds hittin’, turn the flash off (bling)
i’m like winn*dixie, i get bags off (vroom)
baby got a pretty face, slim waist, ass soft (come here, baby)
i’ma get my own sack, b*tch, i never had to beg (n*gga)
i ain’t takin’ sh*t back, b*tch, i said what i said (n*gga)
i was down bad and they left your boy for dead (huh?)
she say, “girl, that fat n*gga keep a loaf of bread” (look out)\

- bossman dlow

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