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Cashis
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On the Boss
On the B.O.S boss, money makin on my grind, I'mma shine
Talkin nothing suckas, you ain't touchin mine cuz you dyin
On the B.O.S. getting money time
I'm fryin out my ride cuz I'm livin on my rhyme man, man lyin
On the B.O.S boss, money makin on my grind, I'mma shine
Talkin nothing suckas, you ain't touchin mine cuz you dyin
On the B.O.S. getting money time
I'm fryin out my ride cuz I'm livin on my rhyme man, man lyin (On the B.O.S!)
Late night, great bright, yea your phone table
Turn brinks to crunks, major we get yo
We bangin cheese, Unit be my motherfuckin label
I'm outlaw, Pac in, Hussein Fado
A sick brain, mom's missed the pinato
Split cruising, toosin, hold em like bagels
I'm in the bay though, feeling Fuego
Smoking on purp and I'll go like Lakers yo
I'mma base through, Bogus brand capo
With 6 foot, all hundred dollar bill capo
And my son OG like the masons
Lamos talkin bout bread and never make none
When I cop that bullet, pullin like I'm never lude you
And the laws be lookin for someone for restitution
When I'm walkin through – stopping you at the revolution
And when I talk this shit, G salute like Larry Hoove
On the B.O.S boss, money makin on my grind, I'mma shine
Talkin nothing suckas, you ain't touchin mine cuz you dyin
On the B.O.S. getting money time
I'm fryin out my ride cuz I'm livin on my rhyme man, man lyin
On the B.O.S boss, money makin on my grind, I'mma shine
Talkin nothing suckas, you ain't touchin mine cuz you dyin
On the B.O.S. getting money time
I'm fryin out my ride cuz I'm livin on my rhyme man, man lyin (On the B.O.S!)
All them leathers fine, pedal to the metal fly
Sippin on my reddal tie, hella high
Leggo guy, spending digit get em low
Killing nigga in assault
Niggas see I'm strapped like I'm rockin Wayne skinny so
Young money general, young with money getting mo
Found these BBS's so I'm staking til them brick the most
Get up on my level toe, wanted by them pretty hoes
Ridin to the max, I ain't strapped but a fella know
See I'm on my T.I., bitch I'm bout my Bia
These motherfuckers see us go die before they see that
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You said it's on no B block it's open fire when I see guns
Everything to the right, I be whilin girl and I'm east side
Seelin flat, no camel, I'll be holdin all the ammo
Hoppin on the Cebanal, throwin aroma candle
Reppified – go blamo
Black dragon like Rambo
GodDamn, my dog in this park is in what I have you
I got to
On the B.O.S boss, money makin on my grind, I'mma shine
Talkin nothing suckas, you ain't touchin mine cuz you dyin
On the B.O.S. getting money time
I'm fryin out my ride cuz I'm livin on my rhyme man, man lyin
On the B.O.S boss, money makin on my grind, I'mma shine
Talkin nothing suckas, you ain't touchin mine cuz you dyin
On the B.O.S. getting money time
I'm fryin out my ride cuz I'm livin on my rhyme man, man lyin (On the B.O.S!)
Fore you disrespecting, how the fuck you couldn't see me?
In that black GTC with humps in the ella 50
Get every day, I'm fessing out every stations
With a nigga such a fearless, looking bitch at my gang's wager
Girl scout cookies, bought a boat that's why I'm always bakin
Wreck with thin bricks, build a empire, shoulda been a mason
Why your favorite rapper tell you that he isn't trickin?
As it makes then get right back to cheatin on these records
God as my witness, any nigga that got his shit slipped
He deserved it, never knocked a nigga down over no district
Soldier of fortune, pay on the porch torchin
Why every nigga that I fuck with you can go to stick a fork in
Count your blessings because raps assessing promise to you
You could be like me, still be doing shit that you say you do
Happen to hit your block for food while you losin a few
A show in the tonic, worth it no matter how much they pay you
On the B.O.S boss, money makin on my grind, I'mma shine
Talkin nothing suckas, you ain't touchin mine cuz you dyin
On the B.O.S. getting money time
I'm fryin out my ride cuz I'm livin on my rhyme man, man lyin
On the B.O.S boss, money makin on my grind, I'mma shine
Talkin nothing suckas, you ain't touchin mine cuz you dyin
On the B.O.S. getting money time
I'm fryin out my ride cuz I'm livin on my rhyme man, man lyin (On the B.O.S!)
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