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Boss - Shake 'Em Off Lyrics



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Boss
Free Dev
Yea yeah
Trap
Brightseat shawty
Niggas with muscles, bang
Runnin with the sack til I score
Made a lot of money
But I'm tryna make some more
If I go broke
I'ma kick me a door
Devil tryna get me
Help me Lord
(God forgive me for all my sins)
Shake
Shake
Shake
Shake em off
Shake
Shake
Shake
Shake
Shake em off
Started with nothin
I had to grind
Used to look rough
See now a nigga shine
Did it myself
Everything mine
Shit barred
I ain't wellin
Ain't lyin
Shake
Shake
Shake
Shake em off
Shake
Shake
Shake
Shake
Shake
Shake em off
Runnin' with the sack like Jerome Bettis in his prime
I did my thing with them dimes
Trapped out the telly
Got trick bitches sniffin' lines
Out here committin' them crimes
Jumped off the porch
Good guidance I wasn't blind
Got me a pack and an iron
Sacked a nigga
Ran up from behind
I'm in the streets like the street signs
Niggas play for keeps
I keep mine
When the beef come
I eat mine
Sneaky shooter
I peep mine
Double back
N delete mine
I'm a young nigga
With a standard clip
Handle shit
Boss be on that
Bamma shit
Miss you
And your man get hit
My gun ain't gon jam for shit
Get work
And them grams get flipped
Bags and rubber bands and shit
Big bag on my santa shit
G-star pants
You're dancin', bitch
Jewelry shine like candles lit
Walk in this bitch
Lookin like the man in shit
I be foam walkin in my possits
Come make a deposit
Clientele well
Daily sales
Customers keep shoppin
Juke move
I stiff arm
Do the heisman
I throw bombs no Theisman
My Metro Boomin
It's not a Verizon
Fish in the pack
Like from Solomon Island
Runnin with the sack til I score
Made a lot of money
But I'm tryna make some more
If I go broke
I'ma kick me a door
Devil tryna get me
Help me Lord
(God forgive me for all my sins)
Shake
Shake
Shake
Shake em off
Shake
Shake
Shake
Shake
Shake em off
Started with nothin
I had to grind
Used to look rusty
See now a nigga shine
Did it myself
Everything mine
Shit barred
I ain't wellin
Ain't lyin
Shake
Shake
Shake
Shake em off
Shake
Shake
Shake
Shake
Shake
Shake em off
Runnin' with the sack like a track meet in The Olympics
C-P-G, I'm jumpin' them fences
Section 8 shawty in them trentches
I was in middle school workin' them benches
I was in high school servin' my teachers
Substitue teachin
Finness his ass
He was a neighborhood geeker
Come to school smack
My teacher wanted that reefer
Can't take the hood out me
Its in me
Niggas was doubtin and hatin
I made it
They envy
Boss up on niggas
Do you need a job
My muscle like the cartel and the mob
I'm on the block like some corn on the cob
Handle the rock like the number one gaurd
Hit with the deuce from afar
Pull up like Marquis from Clifton
And shoot like a star
Shout out to Pop
Drum on this heavy ass metal
We rock like a snare and guitar
Strap like a bra
I work the four like I'm Favre
I kick your door in real hard
Clean out the trap like I'm doin a chore
Run my check up
Run my check up some more
Fly through a check
Now my fingertips sore
My nigga will we gon shoot at a score
Runnin' with the sack til I score
Made a lot of money
But I'm tryna make some more
If I go broke
I'ma kick me a door
Devil tryna get me
Help me Lord
(God forgive me for all my sins)
Shake
Shake
Shake
Shake em off
Shake
Shake
Shake
Shake
Shake em off
Started with nothin
I had to grind
Used to look rough
See now a nigga shine
Did it myself
Everything mine
Shit barred
I ain't wealthin' ain't lyin
Shake
Shake
Shake
Shake em off
Shake
Shake
Shake
Shake
Shake
Shake em off
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Boss
Free Dev
Yea yeah
Trap
Brightseat shawty
Niggas with muscles, bang
Runnin with the sack til I score
Made a lot of money
But I'm tryna make some more
If I go broke
I'ma kick me a door
Devil tryna get me
Help me Lord
(God forgive me for all my sins)
Shake
Shake
Shake
Shake em off
Shake
Shake
Shake
Shake
Shake em off
Started with nothin
I had to grind
Used to look rough
See now a nigga shine
Did it myself
Everything mine
Shit barred
I ain't wellin
Ain't lyin
Shake
Shake
Shake
Shake em off
Shake
Shake
Shake
Shake
Shake
Shake em off
Runnin' with the sack like Jerome Bettis in his prime
I did my thing with them dimes
Trapped out the telly
Got trick bitches sniffin' lines
Out here committin' them crimes
Jumped off the porch
Good guidance I wasn't blind
Got me a pack and an iron
Sacked a nigga
Ran up from behind
I'm in the streets like the street signs
Niggas play for keeps
I keep mine
When the beef come
I eat mine
Sneaky shooter
I peep mine
Double back
N delete mine
I'm a young nigga
With a standard clip
Handle shit
Boss be on that
Bamma shit
Miss you
And your man get hit
My gun ain't gon jam for shit
Get work
And them grams get flipped
Bags and rubber bands and shit
Big bag on my santa shit
G-star pants
You're dancin', bitch
Jewelry shine like candles lit
Walk in this bitch
Lookin like the man in shit
I be foam walkin in my possits
Come make a deposit
Clientele well
Daily sales
Customers keep shoppin
Juke move
I stiff arm
Do the heisman
I throw bombs no Theisman
My Metro Boomin
It's not a Verizon
Fish in the pack
Like from Solomon Island
Runnin with the sack til I score
Made a lot of money
But I'm tryna make some more
If I go broke
I'ma kick me a door
Devil tryna get me
Help me Lord
(God forgive me for all my sins)
Shake
Shake
Shake
Shake em off
Shake
Shake
Shake
Shake
Shake em off
Started with nothin
I had to grind
Used to look rusty
See now a nigga shine
Did it myself
Everything mine
Shit barred
I ain't wellin
Ain't lyin
Shake
Shake
Shake
Shake em off
Shake
Shake
Shake
Shake
Shake
Shake em off
Runnin' with the sack like a track meet in The Olympics
C-P-G, I'm jumpin' them fences
Section 8 shawty in them trentches
I was in middle school workin' them benches
I was in high school servin' my teachers
Substitue teachin
Finness his ass
He was a neighborhood geeker
Come to school smack
My teacher wanted that reefer
Can't take the hood out me
Its in me
Niggas was doubtin and hatin
I made it
They envy
Boss up on niggas
Do you need a job
My muscle like the cartel and the mob
I'm on the block like some corn on the cob
Handle the rock like the number one gaurd
Hit with the deuce from afar
Pull up like Marquis from Clifton
And shoot like a star
Shout out to Pop
Drum on this heavy ass metal
We rock like a snare and guitar
Strap like a bra
I work the four like I'm Favre
I kick your door in real hard
Clean out the trap like I'm doin a chore
Run my check up
Run my check up some more
Fly through a check
Now my fingertips sore
My nigga will we gon shoot at a score
Runnin' with the sack til I score
Made a lot of money
But I'm tryna make some more
If I go broke
I'ma kick me a door
Devil tryna get me
Help me Lord
(God forgive me for all my sins)
Shake
Shake
Shake
Shake em off
Shake
Shake
Shake
Shake
Shake em off
Started with nothin
I had to grind
Used to look rough
See now a nigga shine
Did it myself
Everything mine
Shit barred
I ain't wealthin' ain't lyin
Shake
Shake
Shake
Shake em off
Shake
Shake
Shake
Shake
Shake
Shake em off
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Writer: Nathaniel Graham
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Boss
Language: English
Length: 4:18
Written by: Nathaniel Graham

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