Bossbeby - Up Lyrics

Bossy fleer den yo daddy bitch I need respect
Posted in Miami coolin wit a f*ckin tech
Posted inna lamb he too lit nigga we da best
Ask about me all these bitches saying he da best
I got dunks I got shots nigga run the set
Lost his shit about a thot ah get a nigga wet
Pussy talmbout ima opp tell that nigga bet

Ima pull up onna block let that nigga know that all my

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Chain tucked
Ion give no F*ck
Say these niggas down
Get they money up

Keep my bitch around
She ain't really tough
But my baby bad
All designer stuff

Bossy baby brad
Angelina tough
Beat each other ass
We be playin rough

All my moves glass
All yo plays huff
Where yo du rag
All yo waves huff

Riding like a huffy
Out hea all night
Take it all night
Get it all night

Brodie mad I took his shit he talkin all night
Tell him stick it to them books and he'll all right
Bossy baby billa shoot my shot like I'm a drilla
I'm hot wit no concealer hoe this slimey fit a killa
I'm beatin shit like dilla sing innat like mista tilla
Lil hoe I'm in my glo these niggas copying like thrilla
(Cuz they know my)

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