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• Written by tyniah
Im a boss
Tire marks, tire marks
And i'm still hurtin over pops
A hell of motherfucking road blocks
Organized crime, i kill your boss
I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots
Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss
Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks
A fuck that we will never give is like our pops
The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox
It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss
The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox
Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks
Rule had a run, couple movie parts
A fuck that we will never give is like our pops
You found a prince without losing slippers or kissing frogs
I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box
I hated, some ritalin, some white socks
Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box
Get a little smart, want to change yo tops
Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was
No sixteen, no vaccine, i'm so sick my ten bars cough
We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots
Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box
Doing what he can to hide from jelous cocks
Can't see his son shine like the four tops
Trying to move foward, though it never stops
Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box
Your like a sheep playing peek-a-boo with a fox,
Searching thru a never ending loop of keys, all for different locks..
I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops
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tyniah
Member since December 7 2014