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Konfidential - Boss Shit şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: Konfidential

albüm: Court Cases & Funerals


I gotta get this paper, don't play
Gotta get this weight up, no shame
Give a fuck about a hater, that way
I be livin' off this underground
Gotta get this paper, don't play
Gotta get this weight up, no shame
Give a fuck about a hater, that way
I be livin' off this underground
Alright here we go about to snap and burn a sac of the kush
I spit it savage causin' damage, now these haters be shook
Tryin' to say i cant rap 'till i lace up a hook
I'm takin' plates so place an order 'cause your facin' the cook
I stay in the push, you suckers all be chasin' the puss
I'm cookin' soda for my patients while I'm blazin' a bush
Get paid like a crook, I'm making moves for sake of the good
And put in work up in the streets they know my name in the hood
(Uh, Yeah) when you see me
3 g's in my blunt, greener then some fuckin' seaweed
Knee deep, while i stack the moola
Runnin' software i can sell it like a mac computer
Put in the work and I'm makin' it pop so
Clock doe, murderin' verse and I'm makin' it hot so
I drop flows
Sicker then your fuckin' average, I'm a boss it shows
Im livin' it up, and im makin' faster then all you frauds and foes
I gotta get this paper, don't play
Gotta get this weight up, no shame
Give a fuck about a hater, that way
I be livin' off this underground
Gotta get this paper, don't play
Gotta get this weight up, no shame
Give a fuck about a hater, that way
I be livin' off this underground
Wanna show up with the pigs then it's off with his head
Laying all stiff like the coffins the bed
Take a deep breath but you're coughing instead
Draining your account like it's all for the bread
Never disappoint the boss when he's off of his meds
Do you Wanna do a clean like a Glock to the head
Take you to the rooftop, tossed off the ledge
Cleanin' all the spots with the cloth and the pledge
I'm a show you that your heart ain't like mine
And show you that I live every bar I right like
Locked in the prison didn't change how much pussy I was getting
I'm fucking lady guards at night time, Boss shit
Dripping money to the witness like a Fossett
When it comes to the trial, never saw shit
Court room in a frenzy like a mosh pit
Judge says no evidence, no evidence we tossed it
I gotta get this paper, don't play
Gotta get this weight up, no shame
Give a fuck about a hater, that way
I be livin' off this underground
Gotta get this paper, don't play
Gotta get this weight up, no shame
Give a fuck about a hater, that way
I be livin' off this underground
(Woof) don't move until I say so
Beats go hard, concrete like mayco (mayco)
Now im livin' off my hustlin'
I'm stackin' up the paper, give it back to those whose strugglin'
I'm jugglin', 'cause life's like a balancing act
So I'm pickin' up the slack for all the talents you lack
Its like money in the bank like its government cerb
So i roll another blunt 'cause I'm lovin' the herb
I gotta get my weight up
I come to collect man you better fuckin' pay up
(Pay up) now im stackin' up the pacos
Stormin' in the compound, fortified like waco
(Waco) but not David Koresh
I be payin' my dues, you cowards be payin' your debts
Now were placin' our bets, generating the win
When im talkin' to the devil and confessin' my sins
I gotta get this paper, don't play
Gotta get this weight up, no shame
Give a fuck about a hater, that way
I be livin' off this underground
Gotta get this paper, don't play
Gotta get this weight up, no shame
Give a fuck about a hater, that way
I be livin' off this underground

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