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what you need - bossman dlow lyrics

[intro: bossman dlow]
tuned in, i’m tellin’ you
i’m droppin’ nothin’ but gas
foot on the motherf*ckin’ gas, you hear me?
yeah, big za
big za, yeah, huh

[verse 1: bossman dlow]
i’ll pull up in some sh*t’ll make your jaw drop (jaw drop)
lemon yellow ‘vette, come through lookin’ like a cough drop (skrrt)
you can’t sit on my lap, baby, i paid too much for these jeans
might go rolls*royce culli’, blue inside like listerine
she say, “daddy, when i’ma see you?” i say, “let me check my schedule”
i got two hundred fifty k in twenties ’cause it look better
broke, bum*ass b*tch, tell me where you live at?
who me? i’ma get a sack like khalil mack (yeah)
thinkin’ ’bout it now, i probably spent a half a mil’ on clothes (yeah)
i just went on tour, i gave away money at all my shows (big za)
oh, that’s dlow bendin’ the block, get your kids out the road (yo)
i got a lot of dog sh*t on me, you better cover up your nose
[chorus: bossman dlow]
i’m a real trapper, tell me what you need (brr, brr)
yeah, b*tch, this a mclaren, i can’t do nothin’ but speed (yo)
left club twenty*four and blew a d*mn thirty (d*mn thirty)
ayy, pull up, hop out cleaner than some d*mn detergent
yeah, huh, that’s my lil’ sh*t, she missus perfect (come here, baby)
yeah, and my pockets stuffed like a turkey (beep, beep, beep)
huh, i’m the motherf*ckin’ biggest, boy, let’s make a bet, huh
i’ll pull up in some sh*t, make b*tches break they neck (yo)

[verse 2: nocap]
i got tired of foreign cars, f*ck ’round, got a chevy mounted
christmas, i told santa claus, “just bring me a money counter”
bro seen too many of his n*ggas get put in a suit, that’s why that bl!ck got a b*tton
i know i shouldn’t be mixin’ the family with business, i still give a job to my cousins
i’m out in london with a bad b*tch, look like tummy, i pay to remove her gut
ask her, can she make it clap, she can make it talk instead
do cpr on the bando, who the f*ck said trappin’ dead?
send a n*gga straight to heaven, roll him up, then we inhale him
she bad and she don’t hurt for nothin’, shawty got her sh*t together
my jeweler, he on speed dial, i should slow down on this glitter
nightmares on that maybach pillow, guess this sh*t ain’t what it seem
nocap, michael jackson thriller
stuff a billi’ in my jeans

[chorus: bossman dlow]
i’m a real trapper, tell me what you need (brr, brr)
yeah, b*tch, this a mclaren, i can’t do nothin’ but speed (yo)
left club twenty*four and blew a d*mn thirty (d*mn thirty)
ayy, pull up, hop out cleaner than some d*mn detergent
yeah, huh, that’s my lil’ sh*t, she missus perfect (come here, baby)
yeah, and my pockets stuffed like a turkey (beep, beep, beep)
huh, i’m the motherf*ckin’ biggest, boy, let’s make a bet, huh
i’ll pull up in some sh*t, make b*tches break they neck (yo)
[verse 3: nocap]
i’m clean in every state, that’s if you think ’bout murkin’ me
she was everything before she got her surgery
ride with three thousand shots, i’m feelin’ like i’m andre
i popped a half a pill, now she look like beyoncé
me and dlow pull up back to back, sh*t like scoliosis
know i should’ve been the quarterback, i got too much motion
most of these n*ggas ain’t never slain no one, but they know how to troll
come to my block, this sh*t like ufc, the trap be full of bowls

[outro: nocap]
i’m in miami, slidin’ in the huracán like i’m cameron or jacob

- bossman dlow lyrics

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