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Bosses Don't Speak

Quality Control, Migos8 Dec 2017

Bosses Don't Speak Lyrics

Bosses Don't Speak (Explicit) - Quality Control/Migos

Lyricist:Quavious Marshall/Kiari Cephus/Kirsnick Ball

Composer:Quavious Marshall/Kiari Cephus/Kirsnick Ball

Can't go out there playin' when you see us young rich n**gas

Droppin' straight cash on whips flooded ice

I know you like How the f**k these n**gas got so much drip

Hundred thousand dollar watches

Three point five million dollar cribs and sh*t

Check the Forbes list n**ga

I'm in the coupe fo' sho skrr

Candy coat candy

Maison Margiela my coat Maison

I'm on froze I'm on ice

Put a lil b**ch on the cold woo

Anna Nicole Anna Nicole

Everything glitter ain't gold gold

You're gettin' exposed you gettin' exposed

Hop in the frog and leap leap

Patek Philippe Patek Philippe

Servin' them dummy bricks brick

I get them for cheap I got 'em for low

Hop in the Wraith and I creep skrr

Massage the seats massage the seats

I got the racks in the brief racks

Bosses don't speak nah

All of my b**ch ain't a hundred no

Oh yeah my wrist cost a hundred hundred

Hundreds on hundreds on hundreds hundreds

I'll take your life for this money brrt

I took the top of the coupe it's insane woo

I did this sh*t for the pain pain

Boarding a private plane plane

Audemar Pig' with the skeleton plain woo

Put her on X put her on percs perky

There go Set baller alert brrt

Don't sip liquor I'm only on syrup nah mud

Put the d**e in your hand want the money on the first yeah

I got a bag of the 'lato the cookie the sherbert bag

It's a murder on the Nawf and they try to put me in the verdict

I got the birdies ballin' like Julius Erving brrt

Cookin' it early d**e get to singin' like Shirley

Got thirties on thirties we callin' them thirties Steph Curry

Don't talk to me dirty 'cause my n**gas goin' seven thirty

Gave her the pink molly told a b**ch yeah it's Kirby molly

I'ma just f**k her three times and then I'ma curve it smash smash

Oh my God she said her feelings is hurtin' oh my God woah

Shut the f**k up lil' thotty suck it and slurp it shh shh ehh

Where was everybody when I was just hurtin' where where

Only the gang survived it's family first

I'm in the coupe fo' sho skrr

Candy coat candy

Maison Margiela my coat Maison

I'm on froze I'm on ice

Put a lil b**ch on the cold woo

Anna Nicole Anna Nicole

Everything glitter ain't gold gold

You're gettin' exposed you gettin' exposed

Hop in the frog and leap leap

Patek Philippe Patek Philippe

Servin' them dummy bricks brick

I get them for cheap I got 'em for low

Hop in the Wraith and I creep skrr

Massage the seats massage the seats

I got the racks in the brief racks

Bosses don't speak nah

Quavo

Oh my God I bought a foreign and Dodge oh my God

Oh my God I had a foreign menage oh my oh my God

Oh my God thought you were real you 'flauge

Bullets fly and then you flee n**ga we seen your heart

Iced teeth ice cellphone beep brrt brrt

Fight me body bag sheets body bag

Am I geeked b**ch I might be stupid b**ch

Chanel seats mansion twelve thousand square feet yeah

Once I beat I tell that b**ch to stay away from me beat it

I'm not talkin' 'bout no thot I'm talkin' your favorite piece I am

I came from the Nawf then jumped into the Major League I did

You ain't never drove this valet so I keep the key

Said she can't leave without her friend I got them knee to knee

When you rich like me this is what it's s'posed to be you do

Can't get close to me no

Backwoods roll the leaf roll it

I done survived some beef survived

Now I can massage my seats massage

I'm in the coupe fo' sho skrr

Candy coat candy

Maison Margiela my coat Maison

I'm on froze I'm on ice

Put a lil b**ch on the cold woo

Anna Nicole Anna Nicole

Everything glitter ain't gold gold

You're gettin' exposed you gettin' exposed

Hop in the frog and leap leap

Patek Philippe Patek Philippe

Servin' them dummy bricks brick

I get them for cheap I got 'em for low

Hop in the Wraith and I creep skrr

Massage the seats massage the seats

I got the racks in the brief racks

Bosses don't speak nah

 

***Lyrics are from third-parties***

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