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SL
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SL
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[Verse 1]
Said she wanna FWA boss
Said she wanna FWA boss
Said she wanna FWA boss
[Verse 2]
Said she wanna FWA boss
Baby, I'm here, what's good?
Late night glide, we can go
And we bring it straight to your hood
Four nanks in the back, okay
That boy got dropped how he stood
How you talkin' to the po-po, oh, no
Long one get a big boy took
What's wrong, little ****? Let's ride
[Verse 3]
Go do it how you know you could
Slap two on your waist, that's right
Now let's step to the rassclaat woods
Things on deck when I pass my hood
Shit, then fuck, let me spark my zoobs
Real sweet one with the naughty boobs
2-2 flex when I enter the shops
Music money got me feeling good
[Verse 4]
Cory just phoned me, said the flavors landed
Come S, let's make some magic
3-5 of the loudest pot leave anyone stranded
I used to love it on tops with the boys in blue
Now a **** can't stand it
All they seein' is my boot come off
And this 2.2 got me feeling fantastic
Yeah, it got me a way
But was the car to blame, 'cause fuck that handling
Young G with me, I'm a young G savage
One word and my young G have him
Big breasts but the bonks outstanding
Heard she a bad one, gave her a spanking
Well this scrub gotta go, I ain't ramping
[Verse 5]
Said she wanna FWA boss
Baby, I'm here, what's good?
Late night glide, we can go
And we bring it straight to your hood
Four nanks in the back, okay
That boy got dropped how he stood
How you talkin' to the po-po, oh, no
Long one get a big boy took
[Verse 6]
Said she wanna FWA boss
Baby, I'm here, what's good?
Late night glide, we can go
And we bring it straight to your hood
Four nanks in the back, okay
That boy got dropped how he stood
How you talkin' to the po-po, oh, no
Long one get a big boy took
What's wrong, little ****? Let's ride
[Verse 7]
No way does she do it like that
Had to take two tokes then rub my eyes
Oh my, how the booty works wonders
And she knows how to work it fine
She telling me she know so
And she sees what I'm doin', keep juggin'
I'm telling her, there's only one way to find out
Darling, you know the proof's in the pudding
Bando to the booth, still cookin'
Bad ho on the loose, keep lookin'
Clout chase, so you soon loose your footing
Ay, she can never talk about loose
I never needed a dick, I can fit my whole foot in
And guys wanna chat my name
Why not just tell YT won't dung him?
[Verse 8]
Said she wanna FWA boss
Baby, I'm here, what's good?
Late night glide, we can go
And we bring it straight to your hood
Four nanks in the back, okay
That boy got dropped how he stood
How you talkin' to the po-po, oh, no
Long one get a big boy took
[Verse 9]
Said she wanna FWA boss
Baby, I'm here, what's good?
Late night glide, we can go
And we bring it straight to your hood
Four nanks in the back, okay
That boy got dropped how he stood
How you talkin' to the po-po, oh, no
Long one get a big boy took
What's wrong, little ****? Let's ride
Written by: SL