Su Da Boss - HRAR feat. FRED DA GODSON lyrics

rate me

Hook:

I boss my ganage you niggas,

I bust the nud on you bitches

couple buns that's sticky a couple bottles of liquor

in the club with my killers doing chock with my dealers

getting love from the strippers they go light enough with us

they screaming

hrar hrar hrar hrar throwin up a couple letter

hrar hrar hrar hrar throwin up a couple letter

hrar hrar hrar hrar throwin up a couple letter

hrar hrar hrar hrar throwin up a couple letter

I bust my gun you niggas, I bust the none of you bitches

couple..that's sticky, a couple bottles and liquor

in the club with my killers, doing jokes of my dealers

getting love from the strippers they y'all light in the twitter

we getting money, I'm in the club my bottle up

guack up my dollars up, truth cause my color up

watch how I get crazy up, call drop that 80 on em

hit the crib drop it off, hit the club like 80 on em

'cause bitch boy I've been doing this

billy jeans I'm true it is

crown on me Jesus hey furn the bush in the crucifix

I'm so over religious

think about the poor hot many

think account got ..in my shoe box is got a lot in it

I'm a ball and employee, my shooter straight my lawyer tight

tryin to shine you're not real, you should pray fate

boys and I, I bubble love that Coca Cola

couple burst in my..crazy chick and my track ringin

throw the roll, I'm willin and we're not good like

burble chat that good night

I line it up, I get the cup, I knock it out that shoot night

I roll the tree light the log, then I give it that wood life

..between the light I'm ..with the hood tight

[Hook:]

I throw a couple letter, she's probably here the..

..when I clap em, I know how to get at em

I'll show you how to mic..

throw bullets from the pocket, what you know I got

they on the block when I drop it

I don't know it's the logic

they don't know they love me I'm poppin

they know them burns I'm coppin

this verses baby I lock it, yeah

fuck the verses no nurses, verses be on the block

with the cock and this watchin know who they watchin

God, you're suitable, they work this

they tryin suitable,

but what's the purpose when I whistle the murder at surface

I get down niggas clown shit the work in the circus

with my bitches at, bitch man I'm lane

he ordinary, understand this fame

just pray to God suitable show forty what up

when the drown calm down I'll have it for forty

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