Slim Thug

Slim Thug - Return Of The Boss lyrics

rate me

[talking]

Somebody's burning close to the ground

I ain't gon panic, I've been here before

But I ain't gon lay down, naw naw you sucker

I ain't gon lay down, [laughing]

[Slim Thug]

It's the return, of the young boss

None other than the young Slim Thugger, bout to break them boys off

Spread the word I got plex

I'm destroying these hating niggaz, who got next

I'm bout to clear the set like Lil' Wayne, for disrespecting my game

Your one second of fame, killed your whole career mayn

You niggaz oughtta be ashamed, talking down on me

But you're cutthroat, that's why you turned around on me

Phony homies, you haters ain't got shit on me

You haters went left on me, so I left you by your lonely

I did that, and never took a second look back

You haters can't go, when the key be off track

But fuck that, I had to separate myself

And ever since I did that, I've been making my wealth

Feel bad for your health, if you ain't on my team

Y'all ain't packing what it's gon take, to make this green

[Hook]

I wish y'all realize, what it takes to make this do'

There's no motherfucking way that I, can show you how we roll

I wish y'all realize, what it takes to make this green

Moves I'm making with my team, so simple as it seems

That's gangsta for ya, gangsta for ya..

[Slim Thug]

Get your money nigga, don't be a dummy nigga

Stop hating and watching me, get your own figgas

From me to you, while we making these c.d.'s

It's gon help your record sales, more than it help me

They gon bang mine regardless, you niggaz is garbage

But y'all buy this shit too, so you see the hardest

He got 21 niggaz, featured on his shit

It's all Mr. Slim Thug, spitting out these hits

I'm The Boss, enough said bobbing boys head

From the brick to the stead, Slim Thug go FED

I'm done bread my nigga, I was raised to get paid

And green sheets of paper, was made to get made

All day everyday, I stay about it

If I ain't a real hustler, then how the fuck a nigga got it, ha

Ricky Lake fake nigga, kill all that talking

And get your mama out the hood, and stand tall when you walking

[Hook]

[talking]

When you suckers gon realize

That ain't nobody crooked where I'm at man

I earned all this here, grind for this shit

It ain't easy as it look baby

You gotta have skills, and you gotta have hustle

You know I'm saying, you niggaz lacking both

So shit, I suggest y'all just get a

Motherfucking job or something, Slim Thugger

Bossman, get off my piece nigga, ha

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