Correction Lyrics Boss sh*t by Lil Jairmy

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(Ayy, who dat? John Gotitt)
Yeah

I been on some boss sh*t
Switchin' up my b*t*hes like my outfits
Thirty thousand dollars in my mouth every time I talk sh*t
Boss sh*t, uh, traphouse like an outlet
And the sh*t I spent up on my wrist, I could've bought a house with
Boss sh*t, steady buyin' cars like where the drought went?
Young n***a really gettin' paper, I'm talkin' five bank accounts sh*t
Hold up, if it ain't no three-five, I can't roll up
Just picked my son up in that Lam' truck, he said motherf**k a stroller, yeah

Whippin' Coca-Cola, uh, pockets gettin' swoler, yeah
Motherf**k the 12 and f**k the n***as that came told ya, yeah
Trappin' bricks of doja, yeah, came from California, yeah
Exotic marijuana, iPhonе ring like Motorola, yeah
I ain't f**kin' with thesе n***as, so bossed up, don't know who to trust now
They told me to go plain jane, but all I know is bustdown
I smoke so many pounds of dro, I probably never come down
I was 'posed to stop some years ago, I still ain't put the cup down
I turn up on a pu**y ho, I swear that I won't turn down
n***as think somethin' changed 'cause I'm up now
I'll throw it all away before I stand down
I spend all this sh*t puttin' them fans down
Catch him pants down, it's a man down
I'm still hands-on when I'm payin' out
Tell 'em run up on me, think I'm playin' 'round, b*t*h
Yeah, chopper c*cked, I'll really, really knock your head off, yeah
Gunshots all they hear, rrr, and they sped off, yeah
Aimin' for your top, f**k n***a, tryna knock your dreads off
Thousand rounds for your big dog, n***as gettin' money and we layin' law, yeah
I been on some boss sh*t
Switchin' up my b*t*hes like my outfits
Thirty thousand dollars in my mouth every time I talk sh*t
Boss sh*t, uh, traphouse like an outlet
And the sh*t I spent up on my wrist, I could've bought a house with
Boss sh*t, steady buyin' cars like where the drought went?
Young n***a really gettin' paper, I'm talkin' five bank accounts sh*t
Hold up, if it ain't no three-five, I can't roll up
Just picked my son up in that Lam' truck, he said motherf**k a stroller, yeah

Grew up a lil' soldier, sh*t got worse as I got older, yeah
Mama checked my backpack, found a hitlist in my folder, yeah
In the club high and off freak pack, hundreds so swole that a n***a can't fold 'em, yeah
Never go against that, I'ma push a n***a's sh*t back, he don't do what I told him, uh
Smokin' on some stanky, yeah, diamonds steady swangin', uh
Wockhardt baby, three hundred a line's what I'm drinkin', uh
No heart, showin' n***as love, you won't make it
Treat that Lambo' like a go-kart, I take off like I'm racin', yeah
Whip game is amazin', save that paper like a Mason
My main b*t*h, she rockin' Gucci, Radric Davis, hoes hatin'
I went bought out the damn doctor, he ain't havin' no patients
Quick to draw down with that chopper, we ain't havin' no patience, naw
Yeah, yeah, lil' n***as kept talkin' sh*t, went bought that Audemar, yeah
Lil' German, treat her foreign like a racing car, yeah
These b*t*hes eat my d**k like I'm a superstar
Only if these hoes knew the truth, I'm just a dope boy
I been on some boss sh*t
Switchin' up my b*t*hes like my outfits
Thirty thousand dollars in my mouth every time I talk sh*t
Boss sh*t, uh, traphouse like an outlet
And the sh*t I spent up on my wrist, I could've bought a house with
Boss sh*t, steady buyin' cars like where the drought went?
Young n***a really gettin' paper, I'm talkin' five bank accounts sh*t
Hold up, if it ain't no three-five, I can't roll up
Just picked my son up in that Lam' truck, he said motherf**k a stroller, yeah

Boss sh*t
n***as tired of flexin' all these cars, that don't cost sh*t
Boss sh*t, boss sh*t
n***as tired of flexin' all these diamonds, they don't cost sh*t
Yeah

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