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Bossin Up

Jeezy
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From a boy to the man To a quarter from a gram From a dollar to a grand Now we blow the shit on pants I can't stop, won't stop bossin' up Can't stop, won't stop bossin' up Can't stop, won't stop bossin' up Bossin' up, bossin' up Can't stop, won't stop bossin' up Can't stop, won't stop bossin' up Can't stop, won't stop bossin' up Bossin' up, bossin' up I don't trust no nigga, I don't trust no bitch All I do is get money, rock ice and talk shit Shoes cost twelve, but I'm sittin' in a six Can't take no L, ho I'm tryna get rich Hit the bar for a drink, but I left with a chick Hit Cali for a trip, but I left with a flip Hit the jewelry store, then I left with a kit Then I walked in the spot lookin' like a whole brick Payroll bitch, payroll bitch White Benz out front, that's the mayo whip That built up block is some Lego shit You'll get murked now if I say so bitch Rich nigga, rich nigga Quick flipper, split dealer Iced up in the VIP nigga Big fish to you shrimp niggas From a boy to the man To a quarter from a gram From a dollar to a grand Now we blow the shit on pants I can't stop, won't stop bossin' up Can't stop, won't stop bossin' up Can't stop, won't stop bossin' up Bossin' up, bossin' up Can't stop, won't stop bossin' up Can't stop, won't stop bossin' up Can't stop, won't stop bossin' up Bossin' up, bossin' up I don't fuck with no suckers, I don't fuck with no lames Nigga turned state and ain't got no shame Gave your man up for some short-lived fame Rich broke ass nigga wearin' fake ass chains Black tee nigga wearin' Nike Cortez New shit real, Dre Mack turned fed In a minute bruh, just imagine what they said Had the DEA sittin' 'round imaginin' the bread Rose gold grillin' nigga, not one stone Short Glock 40 but the clip did long When you talk to me nigga, better watch your tone Jumped out a PJ, 'bout to crack that dome Glock 40 with a drum, that G.I. Joe Boss Life, pull up in that UFO Wrist game strong, that Conant shit Two-tone, I front that snowman bitch From a boy to the man To a quarter from a gram From a dollar to a grand Now we blow the shit on pants I can't stop, won't stop bossin' up Can't stop, won't stop bossin' up Can't stop, won't stop bossin' up Bossin' up, bossin' up Can't stop, won't stop bossin' up Can't stop, won't stop bossin' up Can't stop, won't stop bossin' up Bossin' up, bossin' up