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Big Boss

by Quincy Reel

on Found Love (1960)

[Intro]
“Eyy 6 go crazy”
[Verse 1]
All these bitches know I'm with it;
If you want it come get smoked boy
We been on the field, make him dance and grab that pole boy'
He flexing with them diamonds, I rather be with the doe boy'
Pull up in yo section, tuck yo weapon, get yo strap out
I've been with them killas; They go crazy; get that Mac out
Imma let him think he's slick
Then I blow this bitch back out'
[Chorus]
“4 shots”
Bitch I got 4 shots
I'm Remmy fucking moss
[Verse 2]
I protect the rim
Get the ball just like Chris Bosh
Smiling while I'm flexing; Bitch I'm looking like I'm Rick Ross!
Bitch I'm big boss
Bitch I'm big boss
Fiji diamonds, this shit water need a big floss
I protect the bag, and get the sack, just like I should
Let his ass run up
We gonna knock him off the wood
Fuck that Ra Ra shit!
We only did it cause we could
Bitch we big steppas
(Big weapon, got a big drum)
Don't stand next to my crew;
Because you looking like a big bum
I might steal his bitch, finger fuck her
Finish with my tongue
Why don't we just wrap up the game,I already won
Pass her to my homies; like I was playing for Phoenix suns


[Chorus 2]
“Don't claim that gang shit, if you ain't bout it”
“Don't shoot nobody, if you ain't caught nobody”
“Don't do no molly, that shits inside you”
“I pulled a 8th, up out that side bin”
[Verse 3]
I'm on go mode
My Diamonds way to frosty; bitch I'm feeling like I'm frozone
“Watch yo bitch”
She know what I'm about
“You should to”
So maybe watch yo mouth
Ain't nobody like me; don't have to copyright my shit
Jab like Mike Tyson, it's gonna leave yo ass stitched
You a bitch and you know it
Pull up we gonna show it
Bullets make him double Dutch;
But he ain't jump roping