Boss Level lyrics
Yeah, this shit shound like video game music
Like the boss level, that's where we should take it [Hook] Boss level, boss level, boss level Boss level, boss level, boss level Boss level, boss level, boss level Boss Level, boss level Yeah, this that King Bowser flow Creepin' up on that boss level Tell me what that cost for you Jewellry all made in China Know one of them diamonds is all yellow I be out in NY hittin' that Lala like I'm Carmelo You know they try to lock the rappers Don't f-ck around let them dogs smell you Used to ball like EA, now I'm on that 2k Thirsty bitches like who they? That Fly boy club baby hu-rray And all my niggas get fooley droppin' shit to me, you could get souffle Just kick back like Lui Kang, before a nigga pop at your toupee And I don't ever f-ck with a 2-face, you can leave that up to Bruce Wayne Run this town and I run this block and I run this street Give me 2 lanes, come alive at night, give me 2 fangs Bands on tre and a few chains And I'm sorry girl, I done had a few drinks Man I couldn't tell you who came See I used to wanna stop on Apollo and now I run the f-cking Apollo I don't even need that joint up in Harlem Talking bout space shuttles up in the Cosmos Where we at, someone better call a tarot [Hook] Boss level, boss level, boss level Boss level, boss level, boss level (Creepin up on that boss level) Boss level, boss level (Creepin up on that boss level) Came too far to turn around now [Verse 2- XV] Got more checks and I got more numbers Got more bread than I got more wonder Bra's in my hand but them chicks like somethin'that are high maintenance like top floor plumbers And I keep mad rubbers, Amex card, yeah I keep that from her Cause all in all they know I ball and so they call just to see that jumper One night stay at the United center Then I gotta stop at the bank Cause I turn the mall into Madison square This flow right here don't see no breaks Running back throwed cause I'm in that flows In at the shows f-cking mad hoes, she gimme that p-ssy like American hoes I shoot for the moon like witches on brooms Niggas just wonder when Vizzy gon' vroom I'm turning the key now niggas stay tuned Why is you gassed, you niggas is fumes Look at your ass, niggas is doomed CD is trash now pick up a broom I'm up in a room with bitches on shroom's LA mornings and Vegas nights, Toga parties and pagan lights All I know is this aint just flight, but she said drink it'll change ya life Now I'mmm, wonderin' where we are Tell em [Hook]
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