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Glee Woo - BOSS SH! Lyrics



Glee Woo - BOSS SH! Lyrics
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Baby, I be saucin, all I do is talk shit, baby, this that boss shit
I can't feel my face, I'm so faded
Bitch, don't call my phone if you need paper
If I smoke this joint, I cannot save you
Yes, I really crash foreigns, I'm a speed racer
Now a nigga, blowin' up, I'm tryna go to Italy
Pull up presidential all black like the Kennedys
He dissin' on the net shit
I love all my enemies, I be in your hood, nigga
Nigga, ain't no fear in me
Say what's really good nigga
Eli roll another one
I ain't into playin' games
Niggas really double-dutch
Yes, I'm nonchalant bitch, I ain't into saying nun
How you fumble Glee
You know I'm a one-on-one
Tell them bros to turn me up
Drip like CapriSun
Yeah, she took a double look
This a rerun
You know you can't f*ck with us
This shit mean something
I don't want a nice bitch, I want the mean one, yeah
I'm tryna ball for the team Steph Curry, yeah
I sip so much lean, might be worried
Why these niggas playin' on my f*ckin' phone like a surgeon
I will never judge Judy, she a curly
Yes, I do drugs, I don't trust hoes, I be with my bros
Throwin' up them foes
Why these bitches always actin' like I want them but I don't
Why these niggas always actin' like they really want the smoke
Tell me why, tell me why
How the f*ck Drakeo had to die
Why these niggas always on my phone like, why
Nigga, I be so f*ckin high
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Baby, I be saucin, all I do is talk shit, baby, this that boss shit
I can't feel my face, I'm so faded
Bitch, don't call my phone if you need paper
If I smoke this joint, I cannot save you
Yes, I really crash foreigns, I'm a speed racer
Now a nigga, blowin' up, I'm tryna go to Italy
Pull up presidential all black like the Kennedys
He dissin' on the net shit
I love all my enemies, I be in your hood, nigga
Nigga, ain't no fear in me
Say what's really good nigga
Eli roll another one
I ain't into playin' games
Niggas really double-dutch
Yes, I'm nonchalant bitch, I ain't into saying nun
How you fumble Glee
You know I'm a one-on-one
Tell them bros to turn me up
Drip like CapriSun
Yeah, she took a double look
This a rerun
You know you can't f*ck with us
This shit mean something
I don't want a nice bitch, I want the mean one, yeah
I'm tryna ball for the team Steph Curry, yeah
I sip so much lean, might be worried
Why these niggas playin' on my f*ckin' phone like a surgeon
I will never judge Judy, she a curly
Yes, I do drugs, I don't trust hoes, I be with my bros
Throwin' up them foes
Why these bitches always actin' like I want them but I don't
Why these niggas always actin' like they really want the smoke
Tell me why, tell me why
How the f*ck Drakeo had to die
Why these niggas always on my phone like, why
Nigga, I be so f*ckin high
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Writer: B44NZ 44, Lonell Woo, ELI 44
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Performed By: Glee Woo
Language: English
Length: 2:38
Written by: B44NZ 44, Lonell Woo, ELI 44
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