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Artiste : Babyface Ray
Titre : Bosses Linking With Bosses
Yeah
Bitch

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 (Nothing, bitch, yeah, welcome to the welcome to the mob, bitch, nigga, you know that)
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 the door and handle business, stop tryna stay" (Stop tryna stay)

Clearing out my roster, ´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
Find another nigga to play with
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´
Find another nigga to play with
He a zero, Jayson Tatum
Street nigga, fuck on A-listers
Wavy like the fucking Caymans