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Rick Ross - Boss lyrics
(feat. Dre) [Chorus:] Run how you want, boss Chill how you want, boss Floss how you want, boss Do whatcha like Go rock your chain, boss Pour that champagne, boss Keep getting paid, boss Do Whatcha like Ross, la la, la la, la la Do Whatcha like Ross,la la, la la, la la Do Whatcha like [Verse 1:] As I'm poppin' my collar, black on black antique impala She ain't gotta speak cuz my speakers let her know that I'm ballin They call me the boss, I be calling the shots It's Ricky Ross, that boy be ballin alot That boy be ridin' big, that boy be ridin' rim's Not the flats but the fish cuz they just swim New York to the west, you a boss if you fresh Scuff your shoes, wipe em down Now get back on your two step Stunting is boss Shining is boss Grand daddy kush, or the purt, yellow diamonds is boss That dime a boss, She fine as a house And she driving a porche, She designed for a boss [Chorus:] Run how you want, boss Chill how you want, boss Floss how you want, boss Do whatcha like Go rock your chain, boss Pour that champagne, boss Keep getting paid, boss Do Whatcha like Ross, la la, la la, la la Do Whatcha like Ross,la la, la la, la la Do Whatcha like [Verse 2:] I'm ridin' big, I'm hoping lanes My chevy thang, Got this chickens all insane Look at my stones tap dancing on the bezzle Bad baby at the rollie, lap dancing and wanna kiss me Oh no, cuz of my chain Cuz of my bling like a peacock standing on my ring Cuz I'm a boss, I'm a spend it I'm a floss, I'm a winner You the loss, all these niggas Sprinkle soft cuz im the pepper and the salt Whatcha feel, whatcha like Whatcha want, what's your type I done seen it, done it twice, bought it up the same night Cuz I'm a boss, its Ricky Ross If u buy, if u spend it, fuck the cost You's a boss, You a boss [Chorus:] Run how you want, boss Chill how you want, boss Floss how you want, boss Do whatcha like Go rock your chain, boss Pour that champagne, boss Keep getting paid, boss Do Whatcha like Ross, la la, la la, la la Do Whatcha like Ross,la la, la la, la la Do Whatcha like [Verse 3:] Before the block got whipped And they Pistol got ripped Before u got any chips You got permission from the boss On a mission for the charts, out-smart my competition Composition so sharp, so dark ,so vivid 26's on the old school Pro tools session Got the old school ho's Acting brand new sweating Brand new tennis chain, fancy pockets on my jeans Headed for the walk dude, fore' they win him on the stage Two a day, super pay Stupid brain from a model Triple c a hundred deep And everybody got a bottle Got a bottle full of purp Full of work, no leachin' Blew 50 last weekend, if you looking for a reason I'm the boss [Chorus:] Run how you want, boss Chill how you want, boss Floss how you want, boss Do whatcha like Go rock your chain, boss Pour that champagne, boss Keep getting paid, boss Do Whatcha like Ross, la la, la la, la la Do Whatcha like Ross,la la, la la, la la Do Whatcha like [ANOTHER VERSION] (feat. T-Pain) [Rick Ross - Intro (T-Pain)] Ricky Ross (The Boss..) T-Pain {J-J-J-J-J.R.!} [Chorus: T-Pain] I got a fresh line-up (yea), a fresh outfit Bout to have the parkin lot on smash Plus I got a Chevy wit a fo'-fifty-fo' in the hood That bitch got 125 on the dash (She like it gangsta cause...) (I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far) (I'm the - I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far) - hey (I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far) Cause it's just another day in the life of the goddamn boss [Rick Ross] I don't make love, baby we make magic Come home with a thug, let's get shit crackin Always wear a (plastic), baby cause shit happens She leaked the back seat, just a freak and a Magnum Hopped out the Magnum, hopped in the Tre' Just to let the top back and thank God for the day (hey!) Who gives a fuck what a hater gotta say? I made a couple million dollars last year dealin weight (geah) Still in the streets, strapped with them thangs She in love with the G, so she tatted my name (Ross!) I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far Ten black Maybachs back to back in a lane I'ma make it rain (rain), and I'ma make it back (back) You are just a lame lil' homie, that's a fact Workin wit the police, actin like you know me Fresh out of jail, already in yo' ho cheeks [Chorus] [T-Pain] The boss, boss-boss-boss Boss-boss-boss, boss-boss-boss The boss, boss-boss-boss Boss-boss-boss, boss-boob-boss And shawty straight diggin me, and I ain't even rich I know you niggaz on the sideline like, "Ain't that a bitch?" I'm ON my job, ey - and I ain't gettin off Cause it's just another day in the life of the goddamn boss [Rick Ross] I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far (Ross!) Got the biggest cars, Spanish broads, no bra Call that other lame for the walks in the parks I ain't come to play games, I just wanna play my part Tell ya girlfriend come talk with me, dog We straight Gs' then we came here to ball Bottle after bottle and I'm sure you'll count 'em all Then we off to that Chevy - (Fired up!) and takin off Baby, slow it down cause you movin too fast Ass too fine to be movin too fast (hol' up!) Back to the thuggin, now I'm sippin sizzurp All my niggaz love it, baby that's my wizzerd Stack for the jeans, five {?} for the shizzerts I don't smoke twenties, eight hundred for the izzerds I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far You can tell by the shones that's standin by the car [Chorus] [T-Pain - Outro] Ey-yea-yea-yea-yea-yeaaaaa-yea-YEA Ey-yea-yea-yea-yea-yeaaaaa-yea-YEA Eyyyy (YEAA) - uh-huh (Ha ha!) Yea-ea Haaaah, yea-yea-yea-yea-YEAA... [Rick Ross] I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far... I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far... I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far I'm the - I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far I'm the - I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far |
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