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Imma boss freestyle lyrics

Performer YRK Zy

Imma boss freestyle song lyrics by YRK Zy official

Imma boss freestyle is a song in English

Is you feelin' me
Handle beef we got heavy artillery
Like it's a package it's special delivery
Ohhh yeah
Yeah, bitch imma boss
Say the realest be pissin' you off, (on blood)
And don't give uh fuck if you fake imma walk
Mm, is you feelin' me
Handle beef we got heavy artillery
Like it's a package it's special delivery
When i'm talkin' lil bro is you hearin' me
Lack of ability
I be rollin' around in the killer sit, fuck wit this big booty bitch cause she feelin' me
Talkin' yo shit on the gram bitch come get wit me
Im like a theft in the night what im finna be
Spittin that hot shit temperature up degrees
Lil zj how you do it you she ain't easy
Kissin' all ova her neck give her hickeys
Walk in yo house no remorse you can diss me
Whateva, Whateva i know she gon miss me
Stayin' happy im doin the griddy
Get right wit my music and hit up the city
We talkin' bout songs i'm doing like 50
Rappin' too much i think im starting to get dizzy
Can go bar for bar cause bitch i got plenty
Been droppin' these niggas these niggas play fishy
I ain't worried bout 1 bitch i got way to many
Shorty trippin' off me said she wanna come kiss me,
(Mwah)
Pass me the green in the back bet i clap it
Stickin' to me cause she heard imma magnet
Pass em' my way i can deal wit the ratchet
Get em' together they rip out the plastic
You livin' yo life you say fuck they can have
it
She uh freaky fuck i'm like bae why you gaggin'
She be makin' uh mess all she needed was napkins
She said come here lil baby i bet you i dive in
See you mad but like who is you harassing
Wit this glock make uh fuck nigga back bend
Tell squad ova there come and tap in
They be hypin' me up cause im rappin'
Lil zj the hardest no cappin'
Put a tag on his belt have him dragged in
Tryna act diff we ain't laughin'
I can not put up he fake as the fuck nigga got no loyalty bitch how we do it
Actin' fake on the phone wit yo girl friends i never do that nigga blew it
Nigga L mans he enjoy it
Was my brother so why did you do it
I start uh new life and some sunshine
(ohhh,)
bitch imma boss
Say the realest be pissin' you off, (on blood)
And don't give uh fuck if you fake imma walk
mm, is you feelin' me
Handle beef we got heavy artillery
Like it's a package it's special delivery
When i'm talkin' lil bro is you hearin' me
Lack of ability
I be rollin' around in the killer sit, fuck wit this big booty bitch cause she feelin' me
Talkin' yo shit on the gram bitch come get wit me
Im like a theft in the night what im finna be
Spittin that hot shit temperature up degrees
Lil zj how you do it you she ain't easy
Kissin' all ova her neck give her hickeys
Walk in yo house no remorse you can diss me
Whateva, Whateva i know she gon miss me
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No unauthorized reproduction of lyric.
Writer: YRK Zy
Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid

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