Bossu ft. Adam Srae Lyrics

Wake by four

Close by eight

Light my cigar

Bone my face

Hustle all day I dey rep my state

No badman go come my way

Wake by four

Close by eight

Light my cigar

Bone my face

Hustle all day I dey rep my state

No badman go come my way

Tell your friends am a rich nigga

And we counting eight figures

Dey call me Boss, Biggest Hitmaker

Bring the malt, Guinness Bring waiter

Tell her say it's PLENTY

And we pulling up in a Bentley

Some man filled with envy yeah

High Fashion & dripping Givenchy

Wake by four

Close by eight

Light my cigar

Bone my face

Hustle all day I dey rep my state

No badman go come my way

One shot taker

Weapon breaker

Face my hustle

I send no hater

I dey move like I get one chaser

See me fly, think I'm born of satan

Obi shelenge obi wupa

This your kerenke, I go woop am

Tell that baby girl Adam dey look am

If she whine it well, i nor fit lose am

Wake by four

Close by eight

Light my cigar

Bone my face

Hustle all day I dey rep my state

No badman go come my way

Wake by four

Close by eight

Light my cigar

Bone my face

Hustle all day I dey rep my state

No badman go come my way

Boss, Biggest

Malt, Guiness