Letra de Obama Runtz - BossMan DLow

(Feat. Wizz Havinn)

Nigga, nigga

Yeah (Yeah)

Cut the small talk (Big Za), I like cash talk (Nigga, Gentle Beatz)

Yeah (Nigga)

Nah, cut the small talk, I like cash talk (Nigga)

Bae, these diamonds hittin', turn the flash off (Bling)

I'm like Winn-Dixie, I get bags off (Vroom)

Baby got a pretty face, slim waist, ass soft (Come here, baby)

I'ma get my own sack, bitch, I never had to beg (Nigga)

I ain't takin' shit back, bitch, I said what I said (Nigga)

I was down bad and they left your boy for dead (Huh?)

She say, "Girl, that fat nigga keep a loaf of bread" (Look at him)

I still got powerhouses comin' through on mopeds (Vroom)

I'ma still run that check up like I got four legs (Beep, beep, beep)

Give me any drug, I'ma get it off (On God)

I'ma stomp on these fuck niggas every time they piss me off (Pussy nigga)

Bitch, I'm tryna score, I ain't got no time to punt (Remember that)

I'm fillin' up my Slapwood with Obama Runtz

Bitch throw me the alley-hoop, yeah (Yeah, Big Za)

Bitch threw me the alley-hoop, I fucked around and dunked

(Ho-ho, drops the sledgehammer)

Come fuck with a boss, pay your rent, baby (Pay your rent, baby)

You know I pull up fresher than a mint, baby (Fuck nigga)

Your baby daddy broker than a bitch, baby (Broke-ass nigga)

You can't see nothin' but diamonds behind these tints, baby

Nah, cut the small talk, I like cash talk (Nigga)

Bae, these diamonds hittin', turn the flash off (Bling)

I'm like Winn-Dixie, I get bags off (Vroom)

Baby got a pretty face, slim waist, ass soft (Come here, baby)

I'ma get my own sack, bitch, I never had to beg (Nigga)

I ain't takin' shit back, bitch, I said what I said (Nigga, yeah)

I was down bad and they left your boy for dead (Huh? Yeah, yeah)

She say, "Girl, that fat nigga keep a loaf of bread" (Ayy, look at him)

This real ice, I don't need a flash for this shit (Nigga)

For this cash, got a bad bitch that'll do a trick (She gon' do some tricks for it)

Designer down, I ain't take the tag off this shit (Fuck it)

They ask me why, 'cause, bitch, I paid a bag for this shit (On God)

I'm that type of nigga, get a rap check, go buy a brick (Go buy a brick)

I'm the type of nigga, catch you hatin', I'ma slide your bitch (Hit your bitch)

You with this shit or you ain't? Pick what side you with (Pick a side)

Bag still comin' in, all kinda shit (All kinda)

Foreign-car driver, pull up all kinda whips (Skrrt, skrrt)

Trap nigga fashion, put on all kinda drip (I'm dripped up)

Pack do gymnastics, nigga, I'ma make it flip (Yeah)

All these blue hundreds on me, got 'em thinkin' I'm a Crip (Nigga)

Long live Nip, all I know is hustle (Hustle, nigga)

Real street nigga, got this shit up off the muscle (Got it up off the muscle, nigga)

All this jewelry on, I ain't got no time to tussle (I ain't got no time to tussle, nigga)

Lookin' like a brick jumpin' out that motherfucker (Jumpin' out that shit, nigga)

Cut the small talk, I like cash talk (Nigga)

Bae, these diamonds hittin', turn the flash off (Bling)

I'm like Winn-Dixie, I get bags off (Vroom)

Baby got a pretty face, slim waist, ass soft (Come here, baby)

I'ma get my own sack, bitch, I never had to beg (Nigga)

I ain't takin' shit back, bitch, I said what I said (Nigga)

I was down bad and they left your boy for dead (Huh?)

She say, "Girl, that fat nigga keep a loaf of bread" (Look at him)

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