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Busta Rhymes - The Don Y The Boss Lyrics

Wah gwan, baby?
Wah gwan, baby?
Wah gwan, baby?
Wah gwan, baby?

Shake it fi di boss
Get naked fi di boss
X-rated fi di boss
Best playlist fi di boss
Bumpa so big
Like Nicki Minaj
Like Nicki Minaj
Like Nicki Minaj

Kartel is a mystery
Nancy Drew cyaan fix it
Put my dick on yuh lipstick
Yeah, ha-ha, she kissed it
Xerxes get victories, ah
Bumbohole get dismissed
Conglomerate's in business
Fuck boy wives and bitches
Hoho, haha, he-he
She come back again like frisbee
Is a fling suh she miss mi
My girl, Miss who? Mississippi
My mind is a district
District 9, restricted
IQ high with big spliff
My crew time, is this it?

Shake it fi di don
Get naked fi di don
X-rated fi di don
Best playlist fi di don
Bumpa so big
Like Megan Thee Stallion
Like Megan Thee Stallion
Like Megan Thee Stallion

Bus' Rhymes ah di champion
Coulda never find a betta option
Mi nuh wah none ah yuh friend dem
Somebody pu*** smell like onion and scallion
Come stand up pon a champion
Gun barrel bigger dan di Grand Canyon
All ah mi thug, dem ah bad man
Mek wi get rid ah all ah unu, subtraction
Eh, bloodclaat, wah gwan?
You get anedda Godzilla, King Kong, son
One World Boss, one Rass Don
Don't play with mi money, not a fraction
See, dat will cause a wrong reaction
Shot fly 'til you hear it way down a Boston
Two ah we a don, weh yuh a look pon?
Worldboss ah alien and mi a martian

Shake it fi di boss
Get naked fi di boss
X-rated fi di boss
Best playlist fi di boss
Bumpa so big
Like Nicki Minaj
Like Nicki Minaj
Like Nicki Minaj
Shake it fi di don
Get naked fi di don
X-rated fi di don
Best playlist fi di don
Bumpa so big
Like Megan Thee Stallion
Like Megan Thee Stallion
Like Megan Thee Stallion

Girl, I'm tryna figure out what I'm finna cook for these kids
I'm thinkin' 'bout gettin' some damn Red Hots, I'm tired
Kids? Honey, I don't even know, like, I just started this diet, so I can't even help you
What kind of diet?
Is that— that your phone?
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Yo' daddy on the phone
Hello?
Yeah, what's up?
Hello
Yeah, what's up? You can't hear me or somethin'?
Well— I'm comin' to pick up junior, get him ready for me
When you gon' have him back?
What you talkin' 'bout?
I bring him back nine o'clock every time it's my day to have my visit with him
I'll be there in two hours to pick him up
Nah, nah, nah, nah
If you ain't over here in the next hour to pick him up (Ayo, I ain't— I— I ain't in the mood for this shit)
He ain't goin' with you this weekend, I don't give a damn what you say
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
You know how you do
You always say you gon' do somethin', you don't do it (I'm not tryna hear this shit to— I'm not hearin' this)
You always talkin' 'bout what you gon' do (I'm not in the mood for this shit today)
And don't carry through (I'm—), I ain't finna keep no one there
Oh yeah? Make sure my son ready to be picked up when I pull up