Babyface Ray - Bosses Linking With Bosses (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Babyface Ray - Bosses Linking With Bosses (en) Lyrics
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Find another nigga to play with
10K in ones, a day shift (Frrt)
Back to back to back, I'm racing
(Back to back, okay, Treeze)
Pussy good, but nothin' to lay with
Served a million times, I still don’t
trust him, he might cross me
You ain't slick as me, showed his
hand and that's gon' cost him
I get 40K a show, I used to
serve to all Milwaukee
I heard fans taking pictures 'cause
it's bosses link with bosses (I
heard fans taking pictures)
Yeah, got it on me the sloppy way
Exotic bags, what you
tryna pay? (Yeah)
I can't lie, I got time today
Fendi coat with the Prada
shades (Fendi coat)
I’ma keep shippin', tote the stick,
Doc Holliday (Doc Holliday)
I told her, "Hit thе door and
handle business, stop tryna
stay" (Stop tryna stay)
Clearing out my rostеr, 'bout
to play eliminate (Yeah)
I don't know who more toxic,
is it me or my lemonade?
Pull up to her job, get throat
on her lunch break
Money got me spoiled,
hoes do what I say
I'm from 7 Mile, niggas
die, they touch me
Make like thirty thou' every
time they touch the 8
Niggas go through great heights
just to show they hate
Blues with me all the
time, I'm Beyoncé
Real hitters owe me favors
Snitch nigga, no relations
Pissy bitches like probation
Made your bed, gotta lay there
I'm 'bout to start a daycare
My bad side, ain't safe there
All my niggas don't play fair
Seven-figure nigga, you
don't know nothin'
Pokin' out my pocket, but I still
don't give a ho nothin'
What you know about serving
'til the sun come?
Way before high school, they
trusted me for coke runs
Label talkin' two M's, at first,
they tried to lowball me
I just take the shit that I wear
once to the Salvation Army
Boy, I'm in the brothers only
world tour, the Navy army
Bake a nigga like a hot and
ready butter parmesan
Made it out the jungle, I can't
lie, a couple scars on me
If they knew what I had on me right
now, it'd be five stars on me
Nigga made at me for no reason,
I feel sorry for him
On my granny, I ain't gotta hit
the stash or borrow nothin'
He a zero, Jayson Tatum
Street nigga, fuck on A-listers
Wavy like the fucking Caymans
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