Текст Ralo – Bosses Make Sure
Текст:
YFN Lucci:
A boss is one who guarantee we gon’ eat
How you gon’ tell a boss somethin’ he don’t know?
How you hold your nuts on a nigga you don’t know?
Yeah, and never let ’em steal your ambition
Ain’t we all thankful that we livin’?
Everybody wanna be the boss, everybody don’t listen
As a child I was taught you gotta pay attention, yeah
Uh, I’m a boss and I ain’t gon’ act like I don’t work, yeah
Swallow my pride, shit I ain’t gon’ lie, it got me, yeah
Tryna do my best to keep ’em out my ear, yeah
I been workin’ all day, all shifts
Look what I became, I couldn’t explain how I feel
All of that bump and you gone, gon’ make my man come kill
All of this money, it got me paranoid, yeah
You know that pump sound like a bomb nigga
Blicka bomb nigga, huh
Ayy we got AR’s, all of ’em got drums in ’em, yeah
We gon’ turn this bitch to Lil Vietnam nigga, yeah
We gon’ turn this bitch to Lil Vietnam nigga, yeah
A boss is one who guarantee we gon’ eat
How you gon’ tell a boss somethin’ he don’t know?
How you hold your nuts on a nigga you don’t know?
Just know I’m holdin’ on that yop and only lord know
Yeah, and never let ’em steal your ambition
Ain’t we all thankful that we livin’?
Everybody wanna be the boss, everybody don’t listen
As a child I was taught you gotta pay attention
Ralo:
I got more money than the people I went to school with
I done took some losses but it don’t look like I lose shit
I done put in work, ain’t none of them niggas do shit
I took my bitch on a cruise ship, bought mama a new whip
Bought my sister a house ’cause I was sick of her mouth
And if she don’t pay her rent, no one ain’t kickin’ her out
And if I run out of dope, the whole city a drought, yeah
They keep callin’ my phone, I’m tryna make me a song
I put my clothes in the trap ’cause the trap is my home
Why do you smell like weed? weed is my cologne
They cannot catch me with them bricks, I get them bitches gone
YFN Lucci:
A boss is one who guarantee we gon’ eat
How you gon’ tell a boss somethin’ he don’t know?
How you hold your nuts on a nigga you don’t know?
Just know I’m holdin’ on that yop and only lord know
Yeah, and never let ’em steal your ambition
Ain’t we all thankful that we livin’?
Everybody wanna be the boss, everybody don’t listen
As a child I was taught you gotta pay attention
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