Boss Life lyrics

by

Wale


[Intro]
Think It's A Game
Ant Chamberlain, that's a hundred points

[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Offset]
Uh, young fly n*gga, I kick big sh*t, yeah
Plus my wrist lit, hey, plus my b*tch rich, yeah
I'm a big pimp, yeah, I talk big sh*t, yeah
We got sticks b*tch, yeah, we don't miss sh*t, yeah, uh
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
This the boss life, yeah
My b*tch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
Real life no movie, whole lotta groupies, yeah

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
I got a movie clip in this lil' Uzi yeah
They like to talk a lot, yeah, but we like to mute sh*t, yeah
Pull up and shoot sh*t, yeah, all on the roof and sh*t, yeah
Trap out the Ruth's Chris, yeah, bust down your cuban, yeah
Montana, some like Tony Montana, whole lot of drums and bananas
I don't f*ck with no rappers, I got love for my trappers, yeah
Reachin' for my chains, see, I know blood, they gon' whack 'em yeah, yeah
New spot like the Falcons, new drop, this the fast one
Get some top in the Aston, 1.5 in cash, bruh
Young fly n*gga, they like, "He so handsome"
I might slide through in that Rolls Royce Phantom
[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Offset]
Uh, young fly n*gga, I kick big sh*t, yeah
Plus my wrist lit, yeah, plus my b*tch rich, yeah
I'm a big pimp, yeah, I talk big sh*t, yeah
We got sticks b*tch, yeah, we don't miss sh*t, yeah, uh
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
This the boss life, yeah
My b*tch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah

[Verse 2: Offset]
(Offset)
My whole cup polluted (Drank)
Get in that pot and Hadouken! (Uh)
We take the phone from the groupies (Woo)
I'm drippin', baby, excuse me (Drip)
Whole lot of gang in here (Gang)
Nawfside n*ggas, no names in here (Nawf)
Pinky ring crystal clear
40k spent on a private Lear (Fyuu)
60k solitaire (60 ball)
I cannot vibe with queers (Uh-uh)
I got the heart of a bear (Huh)
Bustin' them down by the pair (Bust down)
Patek Philipe, it's rare (Hey)
I'm smashin', pullin' her hair (Smash)
Trap fashion, look what I wear (Trap fashion)
It's a ghost but do not be scared (Uh-uh)
It's a Wraith with the stars in the ceiling, yeah (Stars)
They go ape on them bars, catch a body, yeah
Let my di*k fill in her mouth like it's a cavity, yeah
Sippin' on codeine, floatin' with no gravity, yeah
[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Offset]
Uh, young fly n*gga, I kick big sh*t, yeah
Plus my wrist lit, hey, plus my b*tch rich, yeah
I'm a big pimp, yeah, I talk big sh*t, yeah
We got sticks b*tch, yeah, we don't miss sh*t, yeah, uh
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
This the boss life, yeah
My b*tch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah
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