Lyrics:
'm so Ludacris
Still talking bout prevailing been cool wit this
Four-wheeling off of the ceiling
Surrounded by light
Man the sky been appealing
Not
'm an opportunist, I'm that typa boy that's tryna get it by any means
YSTBC the ArtiQulator boy I'm all about my bizz
They don't believe that I'm a boss until I tell
the hour, that's way low
Fucking with me, I'll have you charging niggas way more
She a bottle girl and a stripper, she got motion
All she need is me, Ludacris
of letting my cash stack
And just in case a nigga gotta use his rat-tat-tat-tat
Own boss, own your masters, slaves
The mentality I carry with me to this
of letting my cash stack
And just in case a nigga gotta use his rat-tat-tat-tat
Own boss, own your masters, slaves
The mentality I carry with me to this
Niggas be thinking they meech
When they up in the streets but it's likely they still cap
Ima go fuck up a whole sack
I hand the pack off to twion
Need
I think im runnin my city
Think the Margielas concur
Need the dry clean on the fur
Someone should polish the buffs
Oba my vision's a blur
Pardon
motherfuckers up when we pass by
Until I die, live the life of a boss player, 'cause even when I'm high
Fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my
motherfuckers up when we pass by
Until I die, live the life of a boss player, 'cause even when I'm high
Fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my
Aye Zeek you recorded this shit niggar
Uh-huh
VIP fly way (fly way)
Where my boss bitches at
I'm a boss bitch, always on some boss shit (uh-huh)
losing
my squad of Guerillas no questions don't like us then sue us
a natural disaster I follow the footsteps of Luda
it's my time to shine
Don't need no
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
sprinkled with Salt N Pepa
There was a maitre D named Diamond
I'm in a mood requestin' T
With Vanilla Ice Cubes
Kooler than Chief Keith
Ain't no need to be
the Boss baby
Drip
For the Boss baby
Sound check one two
For the Boss baby
Till you PG 18
For the Boss baby
Oshaamo
Do it for the Boss baby
I go by
I ain't never need no friends
Like Han I stay solo (Solo)
Cause niggas pretend to fuck with you
Just to get the promo (For that promo)
I gotta stay
no cap in the rap
Bitch I made it out
ReallyRalph
ReallyRalph
ReallyRalph..
Shit!
Giving y’all sumn to the talk about
(Ludacris)
My Shit gon fly, by
like I thought you seen (?)
(?)
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I'm a boss (?)
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Cause I'm a mad man
(?)
Put you to sleep like the sandman
Give me the throne, I
knees beggein me please
Told I need a clingy hoe
You know one that's classy suck the paint of a Cadillac 2
Do what I want to do and we both make boss
that
Couldn't control all of the leader
But put any other rapper on the track and
I guarantee they'll never know how to treat that
I'm a boss I
it
You know how we handle shit, gangster gutter glamorous
Zone One Atlanta shit, over all the amateurs
I'm walking off in here, a boss so, dog,
I just tally up the digits
He count it by the band
I just count it by the midget
If we on the same accord
I'll take you out that Honda Civic
down, you need to boss down, yeah
I'm the same motherfucka
Inside reds, coupe, all-white butter
Put food on the table, I ain't make it in for supper
got ho's in different area codes
Shoutout to Ludacris I am not new to this
But I stay true to this
Shoutout to bitches with businesses
Shoutout to all
.jpg/204px-Ludacris_2008_(cropped).jpg "Ludacris")
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