Big boss rabbit – Freddie Gibbs lyrics

Lyrics Big boss rabbit – Freddie Gibbs

Big boss rabbit lyrics
There’s never any doubts in my mind
Because I’m the best in the world
Even though a lot of you don’t like to hear that
I just, it’s sad, ’cause I’m the best, you know what I mean?
I, sometimes, I don’t wanna believe in myself
But it’s the truth, I’m the best
And I’m just convinced, you know what I mean?
These fellas, how dare them challenge me
With their somewhat primiti-primitive skills
They’re just as good as dead

Slammin’, big MAC-11, back of the seven on some boss shit
I put that President on my wrist and I got frostbit
Stack it like Pringles, you want a single? It’s gon’ cost you
Slow on that heroin, I don’t sell them bitches too often

Man, my jewelry like some laser beams (Bling)
Step out with your lady, shoot some babies on the Maybelline
And overdose the stroller, cut the co-co with the ketamine
Dope and ibuprofen in my bowl, I got them recipes
Boss shit, shoot it like Steph, I just hit the three and I wasn’t even lookin’
Your favorite rapper just hit the stage, well, bitch, we ’bout to book ’em
Bitches in love with us, keep the pussy, I just keep it pushin’
My baby momma’s knew the job was crooked before they took it (Bitch)
Kane Train reckless, bitch, we runnin’ shit versuri-lyrics.info
Just touched down in the airport, Louis V backpack full of them hundreds, bitch
Cleaner than McQueen, ho, I’m a gangster, not no lover, bitch
Grammy afterparty bitch, we rock it like we won it, bitch

Boss shit, big MAC-11, back of the seven on some boss shit
I put that President on my wrist and I got frostbit
Stack it like Pringles, you want a single? It’s gon’ cost you
CEO rabbit, young Freddie Kane, I’m on some boss shit
Big MAC-11, back of the seven on some boss shit
I put that President on my wrist and I got frostbit
Stack it like Pringles, you want a single? It’s gon’ cost you (Bitch)
Pull up to your funeral, man, shoot up your fuckin’ coffi

I blow your house up with that hunnid drum
No Hot 100, I’m a hot boy with some murder ones
Cash money Kane, big number one Sunday, you my youngest son
See my first crackhead like that Beamer back in ’91 (Bitch)
And I been on the blaze since 2Pac was rockin’ the Gumby fade
Fuckin’ up my cup with this Activis like some lemonade
Bitches big B-L, if you violate, you’re a renegade
Know trigger fingers, ain’t have to type on your Twitter page
Freddie Krueger, P-90 Ruger, I’m keepin’ on ’em
Niggas say they ain’t losin’ sleep, tell ’em, “I’m sleepin’ on ’em” (Bitch)
Got heavy traffic, the neighbors might call the people on ’em
Surround your car with ARs, I put the reaper on ’em
Death wish, reach ’em with that automatic shotty, that’s a death kiss
Niggas be pullin’ through, so I aim above the neck, bitch
Fly with it on me, I got my blicky on the jet, bitch
Ready to set it off and I put that on the set, bitch

Boss shit, big MAC-11, back of the seven on some boss shit
I put that President on my wrist and I got frostbit
Stack it like Pringles, you want a single? It’s gon’ cost you (Bitch)
CEO rabbit, young Freddie Kane, I’m on some boss shit
Big MAC-11, back of the seven on some boss shit
I put that President on my wrist and I got frostbit (Brrat)
Stack it like Pringles, you want a single? It’s gon’ cost you (Bitch)
Pull up to your funeral, man, shoot up your fuckin’ coffinnn

Big boss rabbit – Freddie Gibbs lyrics
Big boss rabbit - Freddie Gibbs
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