CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Bogus
(DJ Kidd, this a hit)
We ain’t runnin' from shit, but the police (Vroom)
I’m a dog, my chopper like Tony Montana if shit go down like Kobe
90% of these rappers bogus (Ooh-ooh, he ain’t really like that)
I’m in the 10%, I'm chosen (Uh-huh)
How you be rapping the shit I be really doing?
You must thought I wouldn’t notice (You must thought I wouldn’t notice)
Like, how many people you put in position? Your n***a still broke, how the fuck is you up? (How the fuck is you up?)
Hello? I'm calling all they bluff (Ho)
I know what's up with you n***as be talking that shit but don’t live it, quit it, stop it
She know I’m from Memphis, she know I be pimpin'
I let her ride exhibit (10, phew)
I’m going fed sentence (I’m going fed sentence), she off the Ecstasy (Ooh-ooh)
She on a med mission (She on a med mission), I talk shit like Rev Ron in these Raf Simmons (In these Raf Simmons)
That lil' bitch a one and done, she was bad business (She was bad business, bad business)
We ain’t runnin' from shit, but the police (Vroom)
I’m a dog, my chopper like Tony Montana if shit go down like Kobe
90% of these rappers bogus (Ooh-ooh, he ain’t really like that)
I’m in the 10%, I'm chosen (Uh-huh)
How you be rapping the shit I be really doing?
You must thought I wouldn’t notice (You must thought I wouldn’t notice)
We ain’t runnin' from shit, but the police (Vroom)
I’m a dog, my chopper like Tony Montana if shit go down like Kobe
90% of these rappers bogus (Ooh-ooh, he ain’t really like that)
I’m in the 10%, I'm chosen (Uh-huh)
How you be rapping the shit I be really doing?
You must thought I wouldn’t notice (You must thought I wouldn’t notice)
Like, how many people you put in position? Your n***a still broke, how the fuck is you up? (How the fuck is you up?)
Hello? I'm calling all they bluff (Ho)
I know what's up with you n***as be talking that shit but don’t live it, quit it, stop it
She know I’m from Memphis, she know I be pimpin'
I let her ride exhibit (10, phew)
I’m going fed sentence (I’m going fed sentence), she off the Ecstasy (Ooh-ooh)
She on a med mission (She on a med mission), I talk shit like Rev Ron in these Raf Simmons (In these Raf Simmons)
That lil' bitch a one and done, she was bad business (She was bad business, bad business)
We ain’t runnin' from shit, but the police (Vroom)
I’m a dog, my chopper like Tony Montana if shit go down like Kobe
90% of these rappers bogus (Ooh-ooh, he ain’t really like that)
I’m in the 10%, I'm chosen (Uh-huh)
How you be rapping the shit I be really doing?
You must thought I wouldn’t notice (You must thought I wouldn’t notice)
