Nashawn - Bossed Up lyrics

rate me

Every fucking day

Look around niggas

What you gon' to do 'bout it nigga?

What you gotta say 'bout it nigga?

That's right

Run all over y'all niggas

What y'all gon' do 'bout it?

Uh, Bossed Up when we roll

Uh, Bossed Up in control

Uh, Bossed Up when we roll

Uh yea, Bossed Up in control

Always, Uh, Bossed Up when we roll

Yea uh, Bossed Up in control

Yea uh, Bossed Up when we roll

Bossed Up in control

(Braaaaave)

Tossed up and get folded

Yo, it ain't nutting else to do but party

Life is to short, you'll get bodied

Killers do killings for hobbies

I want a bad singing bitch to ride by me

Like Whitney did Bobby

With the future I'll take Ashanti

I'll settle for actress like Halle

Who workout and keep a tight body

Love how I polly probably

We into money like Bill Cosby

Kill somebody in your crib

Like Jayson Williams shotty did

With no accidents

Tryna to keep my hands on these Presidents

Til I'm a veteran, mind over medicine, Coke game to Heroin

Nigga only die once, you can't be dead again

Another bitch in my bed when you got here

Popped off in Delaware, top price to fight anywhere

New years, it's Nashawn coward

On them corners niggas get devoured

I spit outage, straight foulness, where you're crowded

Clowns get... straight lynched, nooses hanging over the tree

Tell your self you can't fuck with me, BITCH!

Riding in my city on haze

Eyes on a million and one ways

To get paid and my goose is cooked

Rocking gear that some boosters took

Either mass market or target I maneuver the look

From soul food to Nobu, I'm schooling the cooks

Studio, old school, or pro tools, nigga, I'm O'Douls

That means no booze, I only gets greens

I got a inf beam that lay on the fifth lean

That sprays up your clique team

Indigenous but frivolous, different whips riding sideways

Nas pays attention to the littlest shit?

Mentioned by itty-bitty rappers with their chitty-chatter

Encircle their soul, purple, I smoke O's

Perverse verses poke holes, nigga, I birth flows

Tatted, fitted hat, savage, y'all aggie

Line us up, ask me who fathered their style

I say, "I the pappy"

High in the backseat, flat feet

Passerby's think I'm an athlete

Chris Childs or the rapper Lil Scrappy

So I sign their name, just as happy

Diamond chain, wrist is flashy

Times change, but this nigga's still nasty