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Big Boss
Hip-Hop/Rap
Big Boss was released on February 18, 2026 by Cash crew music group as a part of the album Different Species
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Release DateFebruary 18, 2026
LabelCash crew music group
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM71

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gregory Sanford
Gregory Sanford
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gregory Sanford
Gregory Sanford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gregory Sanford
Gregory Sanford
Producer

Lyrics

Up in the atmosphere, the baddest bitch should be suck a dick through the ear
Yeah, you're in pain, hoe, gotta own every day of the calendar
We just hopped in the Cadillac truck, thick bitches everywhere but ain't nobody fatter than her
Brought it up, give no time to adjust, 2026 members only
Us is disgusting, I done dusted the hoe to write on the living room table
Too many friends over here, I'm skating, back to the city
I'm in Vegas, 80 bands on the blackjack, the Macintype get your back cracked
Streaming on StreamYard, your BM wanna be a porn star
Tryna drive in a foreign car, if she gone today, she ain't going tomorrow
Woah, I just flipped her lil' body like spatula, raw business, I just dab her up
I don't even give her no hug, shorty a born live thug
Straight out the mug, straight out the hood, drug
Big weight, big fed, baby pushin' that H
Big shake, big chunks, smokin' on rucks
Had my money by the end of the month, I'ma knock out your front
I ain't beefin' with no rap ****, cut your body, that's gon' be a bad decision
Pop an X with the hoes, count the dog shit on the floor
And let me roll, white bitch with it, lickin' her titties, too explicit
Pills got me jiggin, huh, the pills got me lifted, in the sky, I'm jiggin
All racks up, tell them put the checks up, at a big dispensary
Promoted on Facebook and Twitter, she, if you broke, you won't get sent to me
We don't do conspiracy, I been out of my mind like literally
These lil' **** can't never believe in me
Woah, woah, ever since I was grade school
I was stackin' the money, I was playin' cool
Did a backflip in class, I played a fool
Then I started hustlin, I was playin' it cool
Like a swimming pool, rockin' all this water in the trenches
I'm not heartless, but I am not friendly
Two white bitches, they nasty
Playin' they box like I'm scorin' off a Tennessee
Play with me like Sega Genesis, I'm an industry
Guns limitless, been hustlin' long on my business shit
On gossip, I'm not on no feminine shit
Demolition to your crib, I'm on a mission like I'm playin' in a hot lock
You gon' hate to see me when I pop out
Everywhere I go, I got the Glock out
Got a shot out when that bullet shot out
On the low, but I took the high route
Smokin' the best, we got that Zy out
25 for an eightth, hit a hoe again, she got laced
Remember me, I put it in they face
Yeah, yeah, when O'Goff turned to me, I gave him a ace
Woah, woah, know what I want, she flarin' up her nostrils
Woah, woah, she know what I want, she flarin' up her nostrils
Yeah, yeah, she flarin' up her nose, I'm on it
She know she got, you know what I'm sayin, what she gotta do
You know what I'm sayin
What you gon' do, baby
You know what I'm sayin
Off the skin, shorty
Written by: Gregory Sanford
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