Gino Marley - Big Boss lyrics

Protege Beatz
Pour two fours up, big boss shit
Fill up the trap

I come from the cold, the rain
But never give up, I promise
I'm never breakin' my promise
I'm gon' get myself paid, I promise
Get my brother paid, I promise, ayy
Mix my wins with losses
But bounce right back on my big boss shit
Fuck two hoes on big boss shit
Fill up the trap with P's, big boss shit
You got one time to cross that
Line and choppers gon' fly
And too much dirty money don't
Fuck up family ties
We grew up chasin' money
Feel like my family died
Ain't called your phone in four months
Rather you do some time

No take backs
We come from workin' the front, broad day
All day, we run through shake sacks
We fuckin' them hoes, that's two at a time
Hit licks, them two at a time
Them paid lil' thousand dog stands
Want four at a time
Them paid lil' thousands got
Broke down two at
A time times two at a time
We'll work your crib every time
You know me and K pull off all the time
Pull off with a dime, came back with a dub
Ayy
Pints and pipes in the club, ayy
Spillin' my feelings on drugs, ayy
Most of my feeling on guns, ayy
Creasing my heart for my loved ones
And ten pints to go on my last one
And ten hypes to go as my last drug
Ten trips ago, my last plug
Slept on the floor with no rug
Now son say sure, my last word
Remember them sales
Try not remember them cells
Mad white on the paint lookin' pale
Think back, remember them bales and smells
Ayy
To the grave I'll go with this shit
I won't tell
I ain't even gotta murk you
Pull up, I want it, I'll buy it
For a fact, that lil' shit purchased
Ayy
Bitch want a bag, she workin', ayy
Bitch want a bag, no Birkin, ayy
Tryna get my shit perfect
Stamp on the brick in Persian
Used to lap in the trap on purpose
I was changin' my name on purpose
Used to work in the rain on purpose
'Til the day they closed my curtain
Work four traps on big boss shit
Fuck two hoes on big boss shit
Pour two fours on big boss shit
Fill up the trap with P's, big boss shit

You got one time to cross that
Line and choppers gon' fly
And too much dirty money don't
Fuck up family ties
We grew up chasin' money
Feel like my family died
Ain't called your phone in seven months
Rather you do some time
I come from the cold, the rain
But never give up, I promise
I'm never breakin' my promise
I'm gon' get myself paid, I promise
Get my brother paid, I promise, ayy
Mix my wins with losses
But bounce right back on my big boss shit
Fuck two hoes on big boss shit
Fill up the trap with P's, big boss shit