Bo$$man Bo$$man - Intro

For All you niggas don know don i Been gettin a bag
I been ion that dumb shit long
Way no cap you don want no smoke
Benz's hundreds racing to the money
Horsepower demon n yea that bih is Running
Mp on my waist line nigga step up Get gun down
Federal I'm fed bond the feds wait to It die down
Cold hearted no calm down Hardheaded get gun down
Been waiting for this game got ran Like Usain
Niggas say I'm insane but they know I ain't playing
Color Money that's thang Championship like a ring
Yea my diamonds on green why Hatin on me
Don't forget I'm from the streets
Niggas know where I be
I ain't got to ride deep
Ain't no telling on me
Thirty eight on me
Just case I have to flee
Burning rubber that's me
Stay strap I'm the king
Ready to bust on G
Mia that's on me
Onehundred nothing less
I ain't miss no beat
Moving weight low key
Muscle up I'm go eat
K D, for the three
Balling out for the team
Blowing nothin but og
Way up on mars
Hot shit on gd
Nigga move like the opps
Wen bust in yo spot
No tolerance i'm reckless
Nigga move it get heckled
Hellpup ak forthy seven hundred Round
Drum
When i squeeze
I ain't missing
Knocking shit off the Hinges
Crime scene i'm dipping
Pull off with the bag
Skirt ss move fast
I'm the man of year
I ain't coming in last
I guess u stuck in yo past
Niggas see you doing bad
Niggas talking what they had
Wen they see you gotta bag
Squintin up yo face
You mad big mad big mad big mad
Yea u see her booty I'm asshole
Blowin money first class gone
Don give em no pass no
Fake niggas can't pass go
Real recognize real smoke
Niggas lame and the go choke
Been this corner you getting smoke
Niggas talk but they big joke

Written by:
MALCOLM SMART

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