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BossMan Dlow - I4 Music (Feat. Loe Shimmy) (Slowed)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bossman Dlow
Bossman Dlow
Vocals
Loe Shimmy
Loe Shimmy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Devante McCreary
Devante McCreary
Songwriter
Shamar Cox
Shamar Cox
Songwriter
Daniel Schnabel
Daniel Schnabel
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gentle Beatz
Gentle Beatz
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
****
Pussy
Yeah
Gentle Beatz
Yeah
[Chorus]
**** talkin' my trap open, my trap ain't never closed (****)
I'm a bully in the kitchen, I keep beatin' up the 'bow (****)
He keep pullin' out two racks, I just spent that in the store (Pussy)
I can make a fifty quick, that's like five shows
Pull up in a— how the fuck I'ma drive slow? (****)
Smokin' on that— got my eyes low (On 'za)
You keep doin' all that hatin', your ass gon' die broke (Pussy ****)
Jumped in the i8 (Yoom), jumped on I-4 (Yoom)
[Verse 1]
I don't need a bodyguard, I got gang with me, **** (Pussy ****)
Chain half a brick, pinky ring hittin', **** (Pussy)
I don't condone that ho shit, don't put my name in it, ****
Plug gave me the whole— shh, did my thing with it, ****
I got 20/20 vision, still don't see a **** ass
Pullin' up 2023, I'm ready to leave a **** ass
You wanna grab some plates? I'll feed a **** ass
Brodie got the broomstick, ready to sweep a **** ass
[Chorus]
**** talkin' my trap open, my trap ain't never closed (****)
I'm a bully in the kitchen, I keep beatin' up the 'bow (****)
He keep pullin' out two racks, I just spent that in the store (Pussy)
I can make a fifty quick, that's like five shows
Pull up in a— how the fuck I'ma drive slow? (****)
Smokin' on that— got my eyes low (On 'za)
You keep doin' all that hatin', your ass gon' die broke (Pussy ****)
Jumped in the i8 (Yoom), jumped on I-4 (Yoom)
[Verse 2]
Once he play, I send 'em (I send 'em in)
Hit the road with twenty 'bows, took trackers out the rental (I did)
My bitch hate when I be geeked off drugs, I need it for my mental
I'm geeked up out my body
Take these bracelets, I go thirty ball, plug Gio on my denim (I am, yeah)
Yeah, I'm a rap-trappin', gate-whippin', chicken-flippin'
In here cuttin' slabs, got mama mad from fuckin' up her kitchen
My left wrist so dumb, it cost a ticket, my bitch bad, I'm picky
She put so much coca up her nose, I save her under Whitney
Bitch, I'm rappin', trappin', sellin' lows, go up the road and send 'em (I am)
We got button on back of every pole, I got more ass than titties
Got buttons like the Navy
We rich, that's fast, I throw them racks, then go 'head, bust it, baby
Then go 'head, bust it, baby
I'm in too deep, I love to creep, I'm happy when I'm faded
I think I'm in too deep
Man, D keep beatin' down my door, I thought that was the raiders
I thought that was the raiders)
These rappers can't even fuck with me, ain't doin' no debatin'
No one can fuck with Z
If I shoot my shot, then I won't miss, bae, call me Jayson Tatum (Swish)
Yeah (Yeah)
[Chorus]
**** talkin' my trap open, my trap ain't never closed (****)
I'm a bully in the kitchen, I keep beatin' up the 'bow (****)
He keep pullin' out two racks, I just spent that in the store (Pussy)
I can make a fifty quick, that's like five shows
Pull up in a— how the fuck I'ma drive slow? (****)
Smokin' on that— got my eyes low (On 'za)
You keep doin' all that hatin', your ass gon' die broke (Pussy ****)
Jumped in the i8 (Yoom), jumped on I-4
Written by: Daniel Schnabel, Devante McCreary, Shamar Cox
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