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Freddie Gibbs - Big Boss Rabbit (Official Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Freddie Gibbs
Freddie Gibbs
Vocals
Norva Denton
Norva Denton
Conductor
Swaggyono
Swaggyono
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nasir Jones
Nasir Jones
Songwriter
Rodriguez
Rodriguez
Songwriter
William Mitchell
William Mitchell
Songwriter
Fredrick Tipton
Fredrick Tipton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kevin “No Credit” Spencer
Mixing Engineer
Swaggyono
Swaggyono
Producer

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 facts, 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 sеven on some boss shit (yeah) I put that Prеsident on my wrist and I got frostbit (woo) Stack it like Pringles, you want a single? It's gon' cost you (yeah) Slow on that heroin, I don't sell them bitches too often (ah) Man, my jewelry like some laser beams (bling) Step out with your lady, shoot some babies on the Maybelline (yeah) And overdose the stroller, cut the co-co with the ketamine (sh) Dope and ibuprofen in my bowl, I got them recipes (skrrt) 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' (yeah) My baby momma's knew the job was crooked before they took it (bitch) Kane Train reckless, bitch, we runnin' shit Just touched down in the airport Louis V backpack full of them hundreds, bitch (yeah) Cleaner than McQueen, ho, I'm a gangster, not no lover, bitch (yeah-yeah) Grammy afterparty bitch, we rock it like we won it, bitch (yeah) Boss shit, big MAC-11, back of the seven on some boss shit (yeah) I put that President on my wrist and I got frostbit (brr) Stack it like Pringles, you want a single? It's gon' cost you (yeah) CEO rabbit, young Freddie Kane, I'm on some boss shit (yeah) Big MAC-11, back of the seven on some boss shit (brrat) 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' coffin (brrt) I blow your house up with that hunnid drum (yeah, yeah) No Hot 100, I'm a hot boy with some murder ones (yeah, yeah) Cash money Kane, big number one Sunday, you my youngest son (yeah, yeah) See my first crackhead like that Beamer back in '91 (bitch) And I been on the blaze since 2Pac was rockin' the Gumby fade (yeah) Fuckin' up my cup with this Actavis like some lemonade Bitches big B-L, if you violate, you a renegade Know trigger fingers ain't have to type on your Twitter page (yeah, yeah) Freddie Krueger, P-90 Ruger, I'm keepin' on 'em (yeah) 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 (yeah, yeah) 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 (yeah) Boss shit, big MAC-11, back of the seven on some boss shit (yeah) I put that President on my wrist and I got frostbit (brr) 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 (yeah) Big MAC-11, back of the seven on some boss shit (brrat) 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' coffin (brrt) Haha, nigga Hahahahaha Know I'm violent I'm violent
Writer(s): Nasir Jones, Sixto Diaz Rodriguez, William Paul Mitchell, Fredrick Jamel Tipton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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