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Rick Ross( William Leonard Roberts II )
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Boss
Lyricist:Andre Lyons, William Roberts, Marcello Valenzano
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 gettin' paid, boss Do whatcha like
As I'm poppin' my collar, black on black antique Impala She ain't gotta speak 'cause my speakers let her know That I'm ballin' They call me the Boss, I be callin' the shots It's Ricky Ross, that boy be ballin' a lot
That boy be ridin' big, that boy be ridin' rims Not the flats but the fish 'cause 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
Stuntin' is boss, shinin' is boss Grandaddy kush or the purp, yellow diamonds is boss That dime a boss, she fine as a house And she drivin' a Porche, she designed for a boss
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 gettin' paid, boss Do whatcha like
Ross, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la la Do whatcha like Ross, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la la Do whatcha like
I'm ridin' big, I'm hoppin' lanes My Chevy thang got these chickens all insane Look at my stones tap dancin' on the bezzle Bad baby at the Rollie, lap dancin' and wanna kiss me
Oh, no, 'cause of my chain 'Cause of my bling like a peacock standin' on my ring 'Cause I'm a boss, I'm a spend it, I'm a floss I'm a winner, you the loss, all these niggas Sprinkle salt 'cause I'm the pepper in the sauce
Whatcha feel, whatcha like, whatcha want, what's your type? I done seen it, done it twice, bought it up the same night 'Cause I'm a boss, it's Ricky Ross Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com If you buy, if you spend it, fuck the cost You's a boss, you a boss
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 gettin' paid, boss Do whatcha like
Ross, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la la Do whatcha like Ross, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la la Do whatcha like
Before the rock got whipped and they pistol got gripped Before you 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 hoes actin' brand new sweatin' 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 lookin' for a reason I'm the boss
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 gettin' paid, boss Do whatcha like
Ross, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la la Do whatcha like Ross, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la la Do whatcha like
That's all Ross, them boys runnin' in the streets See them candy paints, Dade County Over town, livin' these city brown Carol City, Oba Locka The whole thrill five of my yayo, I see ya'll, Ross Do whatcha like
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