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点击复制Big Boss Rabbit (Explicit) - Freddie Gibbs
Lyrics by：Freddie Gibbs
There's never any doubts in my mind
Because I'm the best in the world
Even though a lot of you don't like to hear that
I just it's sad 'cause I'm the best you know what I mean
I sometimes I don't wanna believe in myself
But it's the truth I'm the best
And I'm just convinced you know what I mean
These fellas how dare them challenge me
With their somewhat primiti-primitive skills
They're just as good as dead
Slammin' big MAC-11 back of the seven on some boss s**t
Yeah
I put that President on my wrist and I got frostbit
Woo
Stack it like Pringles you want a single
It's gon' cost you
Yeah
Slow on that h****n I don't sell them b***hes too often
Ah
Man my jewelry like some laser beams
Bling
Step out with your lady shoot some babies on the Maybelline
Yeah
And overdose the stroller cut the co-co with the ketamine
Sh
D**e and ibuprofen in my bowl I got them recipes
Skrrt
Boss s**t shoot it like Steph I just hit the three and I wasn't even lookin'
Your favorite rapper just hit the stage well b***h we 'bout to book 'em
B***hes in love with us keep the p***y I just keep it pushin'
Yeah
My baby momma's knew the job was crooked before they took it
B***h
Kane Train reckless b***h we runnin' s**t
Just touched down in the airport Louis V backpack full of them hundreds b***h
Yeah
Cleaner than McQueen ho I'm a gangster not no lover b***h
Yeah-yeah
Grammy afterparty b***h we rock it like we won it b***h
Yeah
Boss s**t big MAC-11 back of the seven on some boss s**t
Yeah
I put that President on my wrist and I got frostbit
Brr
Stack it like Pringles you want a single
It's gon' cost you
Yeah
CEO rabbit young Freddie Kane I'm on some boss s**t
Yeah
Big MAC-11 back of the seven on some boss s**t
Brrat
I put that President on my wrist and I got frostbit
Brrat
Stack it like Pringles you want a single
It's gon' cost you
B***h
Pull up to your funeral man shoot up your f**kin' coffin
Brrt
I blow your house up with that hunnid drum
Yeah yeah
No Hot 100 I'm a hot boy with some murder ones
Yeah yeah
Cash money Kane big number one Sunday you my youngest son
Yeah yeah
See my first crackhead like that Beamer back in '91
B***h
And I been on the blaze since 2Pac was rockin' the Gumby fade
Yeah
F**kin' up my cup with this Activis like some lemonade
B***hes big B-L if you violate they'll renegade
Know trigger fingers ain't have to type on your Twitter page
Yeah yeah
Freddie Krueger P-90 Ruger I'm keepin' on 'em
Yeah
N***as say they ain't losin' sleep tell 'em"I'm sleepin' on 'em"
B***h
Got heavy traffic the neighbors might call the people on 'em
Yeah yeah
Surround your car with ARs I put the reaper on 'em
Death wish reach 'em with that automatic shotty that's a death kiss
N***as be pullin' through so I aim above the neck b***h
Fly with it on me I got my blicky on the jet b***h
Ready to set it off and I put that on the set b***h
Yeah
Boss s**t big MAC-11 back of the seven on some boss s**t
Yeah
I put that President on my wrist and I got frostbit
Brr
Stack it like Pringles you want a single
It's gon' cost you
B***h
CEO rabbit young Freddie Kane I'm on some boss s**t
Yeah
Big MAC-11 back of the seven on some boss s**t
Brrat
I put that President on my wrist and I got frostbit
Brrat
Stack it like Pringles you want a single
It's gon' cost you
B***h
Pull up to your funeral man shoot up your f**kin' coffin
Brrt
Haha n***a
Hahahahaha
Know I'm violent
I'm violent