Skillibeng – Real Boss Lyrics (Ft. Rich The Kid, Jay Critch)
Real Boss Lyrics by Skillibeng Ft. Rich The Kid, Jay Critch
Skillibeng recruits Rich The Kid & Jay Critch on this new song titled “Real Boss“. And we drop song lyrics below.
Yeah
Yeah [Chorus: Rich The Kid] F–k me like I’m a real boss (Yeah)
Bought a Forgi’, my wheel cost (Yeah)
Top shotta get you knocked off (Yeah)
F–k around, knock your block off (Yeah)
Two girls come, tap me out (Yeah)
Hundred racks, I f–ked that up (Yeah)
Maybach gon’ drop me off (Yeah)
Just a million dollars in the loft
Yeah, pull up the big mansion with the shottas
She was a chicken head, I told her, “Gobble”
Right in the backseat with the chopper
I’m smoking up the pound like the roster
Kick a b-tch out the crib like soccer
Bet you, my shooter pull up in a Honda
Bet, you ain’t knock it off for a hundred
Big rubber, young niqqa get blinded
Me a big boss, pull up and stunt
Why he cappin’? He ain’t got no hundreds
I was smokin up the pound, I’m blinded
That’s a drug, chop a hole in the hundred
Ni–as fakin’, I’ma keep it a hundred
If you talkin’ my city, we running
Call the shooters, make the pu$$ys start running
Smoke out the pound, used to go sell an onion
You better get low, my niqqas coming
It ain’t calypso when we start drumming
I got a rich ho’, I’m in her stomach
You niqqas really ain’t talking ’bout nothin’
Keeping it with me, I dare you to try sh-t
These niqqas safe in the hole, they sidekicks
I’m talking money and they get it silent
Bought a Forgi’, my wheel cost (Yeah)
Top shotta get you knocked off (Yeah)
F–k around, knock your block off (Yeah)
Two girls come, tap me out (Yeah)
Hundred racks, I f–ked that up (Yeah)
Maybach gon’ drop me off (Yeah)
Just a million dollars in the loft
Yeah, pull up the big mansion with the shottas
She was a chicken head, I told her, “Gobble”
Right in the backseat with the chopper
I’m smoking up the pound like the roster
Kick a b-tch out the crib like soccer
Bet you, my shooter pull up in a Honda
Bet, you ain’t knock it off for a hundred
Big rubber, young niqqa get blinded
[Verse 2: Skillibeng & Rich The Kid] Uno don’t ramp with mhi money from a US
Give mhi all did hundreds yeah fvck dem gyal..yeah
Shub mhi hood all inna dem tummy yuh
sih brrp yeah
shi buss it buss it shi suck mhi d!ck den mhi fvck it
Don’t try mhi clip have thirty
say yuh better den mhi stop
Yuh fvckry fulla courage now
Mhi step out and guh mek dem duppy
Dem demma rubbish glock mek di place
haffi bloody a wi have did
Power like sanick gwaan like sah
Uno wicked and tuff and a dem gyal
a suck off mhi c0cky…yeah
Suh mhi give her did porridge
Do protein shake weh her body shi suck
All mhi d!ck and shi give mhi di slappy
Shi mek mhi buss off….a wi have di big rock’s
Fvck dem gyal a give her mhi killer yah roll
up like I’m a dealer with some plunt weh big dhon C.R
[Chorus: Rich The Kid] F–k me like I’m a real boss (Yeah)
Bought a Forgi’, my wheel cost (Yeah)
Top shotta get you knocked off (Yeah)
F–k around, knock your block off (Yeah)
Two girls come, tap me out (Yeah)
Hundred racks, I f–ked that up (Yeah)
Maybach gon’ drop me off (Yeah)
Just a million dollars in the loft
Yeah, pull up the big mansion with the shottas
She was a chicken head, I told her, “Gobble”
Right in the backseat with the chopper
I’m smoking up the pound like the roster
Kick a b-tch out the crib like soccer
Bet you, my shooter pull up in a Honda
Bet, you ain’t knock it off for a hundred
Big rubber, young niqqa get blinded
[Outro] I like that, what?
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I like that, what?
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