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Trauma Tone His name is Kino Beats Got 'em pissed 'bout a MAG, got 'em pissed, got 'em mad Yeah, had to get in my bag, in my bag, yeah Oh, they didn't think that I could last Thinking that she's sweet, I'll put them killers on your ass How you from the east and you can't even get a pat? (Whoa) I hate when lyin' tigers bare Hard ballin', ain't a nigga I'ma spare Put your wrist in the air Put your wrist in the air You gettin' money, they aware You gettin' money, they aware It's a lot of bosses up in here (Who, yeah) It's a lot of bosses up in here Hit another brick, just like Craig (Woah!) I fake, then I get dropped in the stand (Drop!) Ric Flair, Beanie Sigel, I feel it in the air Put an eagle on your head They gon' lay eggs and fly Hope I don't wake up to my will regret (Will regret) I woke up with a bottle in my bed Letras de cancionesFuck him 'til the eyes roll to the back of my head (Mhm) Ballin' with some niggas that's 'bout what they said, yeah Put your wrist in the air Put your wrist in the air You gettin' money, they aware You gettin' money, they aware It's a lot of bosses up in here (There's a lot of us in this bitch) It's a lot of bosses up in here (Yeah) Cautious of snakes, but often, bosses relate I broke down a quarter of weight on a white porcelain plate I woke up feelin' marvelous today Y'all think I flossed with this cake But that show money help my dog with his case (My nigga) Yeah, I still feel it when I pass through ghettos Y'all had to settle we turned to family in Griselda Fashion Rebels Six months in the trap, that's a May to November run Real shit, you not a boss 'til you make your nigga one I hate when lyin' tigers bare Hard ballin', ain't a nigga I'ma spare Put your wrist in the air Put your wrist in the air You gettin' money, they aware You gettin' money, they aware (Yeah) It's a lot of bosses up in here (Yeah) It's a lot of bosses up in here (Look) [Verse 4: Conway the Machine] She know who the boss is, I bounce back from my losses Bust an AP flawless from that pot and that fork shit Mayweather money, beat up them charges Too much drip, that's why the closet is bigger than your apartment I give her backshots 'til I empty my cartridge Fuck her now on the sink, the pussy drip like the faucet The pussy nigga kept talkin', his life on the line, he lost it It's pressure, then we uppin', we ain't squashin' Machine, bitch I hate when lyin' tigers bare Hard ballin', ain't a nigga I'ma spare Put your wrist in the air Put your wrist in the air You gettin' money, they aware You gettin' money, they aware It's a lot of bosses up in here (Black works) It's a lot of bosses up in here Girl, I pull a few strings, still love to shoot with them things Got fiends in the greens, still want a 2-for-15 Hunty taking pop bottles back to catch a cab to me Now I give her five dollars just to pump the gas for me On the east catching cells in the 48214 Fifty deep on the wheels, we want all them M boxes Gotta land on the pint so my blood out and bonded Uncle Teddy play with cottons, Uncle Smally skin poppin' Where we at Put your wrist in the air Put your wrist in the air You gettin' money, they aware You gettin' money, they aware It's a lot of bosses up in here It's a lot of bosses up in here Bosses up in here From Letras Mania