Boss Love
I’m a boss baby, let’s just put it in the air. Life is to short and I don’t have time to spare. Ain’t no bull baby, I’m the reflection of real. A street nigga lookin' for his Bonnie, right now that’s how I feel. Roll me a blunt so we can ride, know I stay strapped. Beef always start out raw ‘til you cook it. That’s why this burner on my lap. I don’t owe a nigga nothin’ so don’t take it out on me. Bed room boom! Scream my name mommy. Going hard the perfect stress relief. I don’t do drama baby so put your past to bed. Tell me are you still down I need some eyes behind my head.
Too real baby, Boss my name. I’m going to get this money, I don’t play no games. Niggas and es come and go like seasons; which season are you? When I Fall are you there for the Winter? Or are you just there for the Spring back and Summer time cool? This Boss love ain’t sweet. Still being human make it feel good to have one to keep. So what’s good baby, you ain't dealin' with no lame. Too real, Boss my name
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