笨小笨Bossin Up (Ft. Kid Ink & YG)歌词由Jeezy演唱，出自专辑《Snow Flow》，下面是《Bossin Up (Ft. Kid Ink & YG)》完整版歌词！
Bossin Up (Ft. Kid Ink & YG)歌词完整版
I'mma show you motherf**kers how to kill a remix
Comin' all black like I'm hittin' them licks
All black 40 with them ladders hangin' out
30 round clips call them s**ts chopsticks
Run up in the booth with a ski mask on
Run up in the booth make a ski mask song
Run up the booth then I hop up in the Coupe
Now I'm ridin' in the 'Rari with a ski mask on
I'm too bossed up I need to turn my boss down
King of the Street s**t where the f**k is my crown
Graduated from the street with my cap and my gown
You the motherf**kin' man if you servin' your town
My lil' n***a eat sleep s**t and deal c*****e
Not that rap s**t I'm talkin' real c*****e
CTE TBC
What is is homeboy
Boss Yo Life Up Gang
With my boss b***h and she bossed up
On that 2Pac she's gettin' tossed up
Can't cross me you'll get crossed up
Can't cross me I'm too bossed up
My name Hefe I do boss s**t
No on star get lost b***h
You a b***h n***a Then kick rocks
Just know rich n***as do drop tops
You ain't s**t I talk s**t
Ebola rhymes my watch sick
I'm Top Gun I'm in the cockpit
Got the game locked call the locksmith
No Stan Smith I do gourmet
Giuseppes new J's
My earrings they cold as f**k
Call the North Pole that's bossin' up
Valet park my whip n***a
Hammer time for my chips n***a
Bossin' up
Add it up
Your girlfriend choosin' so you mad as f**k
Chillin' with my coalition n***as rackin' up
Bossin' up
Add it up
Bossin' up
Add it up
A lil' Louis but my b***h want some bags and stuff
It go uhh
Bossin' up and you downgrade
Look around and see a bunch of clowns
Tryna represent my town lately
Wait
I've been gone for like 30 days
I wore every chain no wedding ring
Got a boss b***h and she understand
That timing is everything
Nah don't trip put it on the tab
Knowin' I'm a G gotta put it on the bag
Break a b***h down gotta put her in a cast
She ain't got a ride might put her in a cab
You ain't even know n***a Put him in a class
Trip Big Chuck might put you in the past
Hit a blunt hard n***a put me in the pads
Just rolled up but the high don't last
Ridin' through the city hope I don't crash
Know they thought that it wasn't gon' last
You can't even tell me why you mad
Is it really that bad is you doin' that bad
What you make in a year I pay in taxes
The money burnin' holes in my pocket
I just need somewhere to ash it
Nah you ain't gotta ask b***h
You know it's Mr Haaanhh
Ferg what's happening
Ink what's happening
Owwww Hannn
Bossed up in this b***h
Got my golds up in this b***h
Don't get tossed up in this b***h
I'm like owwww hannnn
Coke Boys in this b***h
Hannn
Got Kid Ink up in this b***h
Hannn
Got ASAP Ferg in this b***h
Ay ay ay
I'm like
Owww
Hunit on that stage n***a
Hunnit in them them K's n***a
In that Porsche boxed up stunting 'till my grave n***a
Strapped with the 40 s**t real out chea
Talking about the purpose smoking fills outchea
Han
Stingy with the money but the shells I shed
And my n***a rip the gold off ya grill out chea
Pull up in a tank
Tank
Cup full of drank
Drank
Make 10 mill stuff it in a bank
Bank
50 on a rollie 100 on a lane
Bling
Think you an animal turn you to a mank
Woo
Throwing dust throwing bullets
Bullt
Stunting on the po pull up
Top off car hooded this South Bronx boogie
Owwww
Uh
Harlem n***a with the gold teeth
Hilfiger n***a only OG
Hilfiger n***as only 4 deep
But for real a trilla' n***a bring the whole street
Four trill b***hes on my Rollie
Montana hammer like I'm Tony
Cocaina 'til her nose bleed
Make a girl wanna cuff like the police
That flacko n***a goldie
Me and Rocky like Apollo Creed
Relax to the max no cozy
Big dogs on the crib but I'm low key
Don't fúck with them n***as that be phony
Young B XXX don't even know me
She all on my wang Alexander Wang
Yeah Margiela feel the leather 4G
These Ape's on my feet make my cypher complete
Make girls scream Lord like I am a priest
I'm a boss n***a climbing seas
Just collect cash while designing sneaks
Whip yo teeth every time I speak
3 thou for the smile n***a I'm a G
Better talk to me nice n***a I'm a chief
You dealing with a boss so I need PC
Yeah I'm bout this bread
I'm bout this dough
I'm bout this dough
Ooooo ooo ooooo ooooo
Okay I'm bossin' up
'Cause I done already lost enough
See like ever since last year
Everythin' I'm buyin' now it cost one up
Say it's dark as f**k
Girl why you actin' hard to f**k
Why you got your guards up
Like you playin' ball or somethin'
Pull up in that Porsche Panamera park it up
Hop out lookin' sharp as f**k tint dark as f**k
B***h f**k up off
But you know we don't love them h*es
Yeah me and Young partnerin' up
That's the talk in all the barbershops n***a
Shaq height couldn't baller block
Probably invest in all the stocks
I'm 400 corporate thuggin' pushin' at the label
Mama still got bills that's gotta be paid for
Remember when mama wasn't able
With them credit card numbers I was payin' cable
It's all respect over here we gettin' checks over here
All my homies rap so all my n***as got next over here
