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lirik lagu boss shit – fly boy gang

[intro: fbg young]
yeah
number 1 by the way
it’s young

[verse 1: fbg young]
st. lawrence villain (villains), it don’t get no realer (nope)
six teams with the hottest six teens, i’m k!llin’ (i’m k!llin’ them)
sixteen [?] (boom) forty*fifth [?] in it (boom, boom, boom, boom)
high*def with the scope (no), so you know it’s no missin’ (i can’t miss)
boss sh*t, boss sh*t (boss), yeah, that’s boss sh*t (boss)
coupe roof on marco polo (it’s gone), i think i lost it (i lost it)
loud rolled, big fl!ck, got me cautious (i’m high)
my shooters don’t say much (no), they just off sh*t (dead)
i’m ridin’ with a few (a few) ’cause i don’t trust too many (nah)
money, i’m seein’ plenty (i’m seein’), but b*tches can’t get a penny (dumb b*tch)
i ain’t worried ’bout a thing (i can’t), tec’s on shoestrings (let it hang)
let it hang off nets (he dead), something like a chain (l’s)
[verse 2: fbg dutchie & fbg duck]
okay, this dutchie don’t shoot ’em (blah), but dutchie gon’ do him (i am)
and i ain’t gotta talk (nah) ’cause broski gon’ do him (bt)
n*gga talkin’ hard (what?), he better let his cannon pop
boom, boom, boom, let your hammer rock
(boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
yeah, ’cause you know we lettin’ semi pop (yeah)
thirty*round clip, hit him up, yeah, that’s plenty shots (thirty)
i ain’t gotta talk (talk), fbg we in here (we in this b*tch)
shout out to them f*ck boys (f*ck boys, goofy), they got us in here (we in this b*tch)
tryna reach the top (top) ’cause i ain’t never been there (nah)
n*ggas think it’s sweet (sweet), wet ’em up like swimwear (blah, blah)
fly boy gang (gang) is all i know (is all i know)
and tryna check that bag (yeah), fbg, we ’bout that dough

[verse 3: fbg duck]
i came in this sh*t real (real), i’m leavin’ out realer (let’s get it)
well, you can say i’m one tookaville*ass n*gga (l’s)
i don’t think these f*ck boys really get the picture (nah)
number 2 shootin’ sh*t and i ain’t talkin’ derek fisher (boom)
i came in this sh*t, then came right back (let’s get it)
and if a n*gga talkin’ crazy, then he can get whacked, brrat
all my n*ggas they be ballin’ like kobe (like kobe)
young got the thirty on him, shoot twenty like ginóbili (boom, boom, boom, boom)
(it’s over)
my swag to the max, got bad b*tches on me
they callin’ my phone and they don’t even really know me (silly b*tch)
i’m fbg, so you know i’m on that swag sh*t (swag sh*t)
shout out number 2 ’cause all we do is chase that bag, b*tch (fbg)
[verse 4: billionaire black]
all i chase is cash, so call me billion moneybags (let’s get it)
you said that i’m broke? (uh*huh) you’s a joke, witcho funny*ass
ride down, slide the door back (skrrt), let the tommy blast (boom, boom)
red tape, yellow tape (boom, boom), you know it’s a homicide (man down)
my n*ggas gorillas (let’s get it), fifty shots in that semi (let’s get it)
money come fast like hemi, i’m drinkin’ syrup, ain’t no remy (unh*uh)
i think you need to turn your speakers up ’cause you can’t hear me
my pockets on fat (fat), but my wrist on chilly (cold)
say, billion black, my flow dumb, i mean r*t*rded (go dumb)
got all these tats on me like i live with a artist (i’m tatted, inked up, inked up)
and n*ggas go hard (go harder), but b*tch, i go the hardest (go harder)
and double*0 got the thirty (double*0, boom, boom), so it ain’t no arguin’, hey

- fly boy gang

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