Lyrics Gucci Mane – Bossed Up

Intro: Keyshia Ka’oir
Yeah, we bossed up
Got that paper, nigga
It’s KD baby

Hook: Keyshia Ka’oir
Bitch, I’m stacked up, bitch, I’m racked up
Yeah, bitch, I’m turnt up, yeah, bitch, I’m bossed up
Aye, bitch, I’m stacked up, bitch, I’m racked up
Bitch, I’m turnt up, yeah, and I’m bossed up

Verse 1: Young Thug
Boss, boss, motherfuck the cost, cost
M&Ms off lipstick
I’m not no pornstar but my waistline hold a dick
Pow pow pow pow, make him dance, cha cha cha cha
Thugger cowabunga, I got Bentleys, Hummers
Last floor condos for my baby mamas
Thousand dollar bands, 20 of ’em on me
Yellow VVS’s, peel it, man, I’m looking corny
I got millis or the Fendi or the Bentley or the billis
She want Denny or the Jordans or them Forgees on a sporty
I drink lean, you drink 40s, I’m a bear, bitch, I be snoring
I cook fish, I cook fish, and the scale, I be snorting

Hook

Verse 2: Keyshia Ka’oir
Smoking on that Keyshia, fuck a mary jane
Started in this industry on my model game
Now I’m on my mogul shit, fuck the fame
Now I’m signing deals, fuck the game
Now I’m the baddest bitch, they scream my name
Got a couple millions, ain’t that a shame?

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