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Admiral T, bo-bo-bo boss lady
Limé mic la, Krys again
Fi di gal dem well
Me say

Gal inna di punny printer
I need di gal inna di batty rider By far

down, i dont need a taser
Take that Red dot point a laser
60 shots in your faggot blazer

Everybody knows im a fuckin boss
Everybody knows im that vampire

whatever I need to do all you do is just hate
Watch what you say I'm like a chef I turn beef into steak

Hard work a lotta mistakes
These are the breaks
Do

me Forrest I'm feeling like bubba in the jungle
Nice by nature in a world ready 2 rumble
I've been training for a war that I dont wanna
Lyrical

Legacy

Travis Scott

Father of 4

2019

worry, my nigga, get part of the clip
So I got it right back (right back)
By the way, way that it's going down, it's been going up
I can't hold nothing

the goddamn cops intervening on sight 
Now a n***a need to flight 
Me and my n****s got pounds in this bih' because my paper getting thinner 
So by all shit I

interlaced my cognitive
And I want to have some pussy and taste the flavor chocolate
If you's is mad that is too bad, I think y'all need some proper dick
You's

told em that I might just need the whole thang
I remember when my teacher said I need a job 
And I told em I'm a boss I ain't being no slave
I won't let

Rich pussy boss bitch
On a Hater neck
Shout Out
To yo nigga bitch
He cut that last check
See I was breakin
Necks when I was broke
So now I gotta kill it

Bigger than Sean
While I'm eating some chicken and beer
Nah that's Ludacris
High in the sky
Getting served by a stewardess
Talking about how my curls are

Ayy okay now last night oh boy
I worked the whole block by myself
I sell these pills to who don't need
Them then I pop 'em myself
I call these yaps

been moving lucrative
For bout as long as I been doing this
I think by now I should be used to it
Its ludacris all the foolishness niggas moving with
I

my thighs

Ya thanks
Now I need a bar an some lazer on the eyes

Shit, shit gotta block you now
Say bye bye take a bow

Why did you leave so soon
Can

the odds
Im a fucken boss
These are five star dishes
Food for thought you Mitches
No need to talk listen
Watch just how I glisten glisten (glisten,)

Lord

out
Talk slick get you hit from a bird eyes
Not a bi**h I just move military mind
Too legit we the s**t ludacris tie a knot to a brick
Blow his body

Nigga, I’m Different By Choice

These niggaz wanna be G
Me, I just wanna be E
Stay wit’ a blunt full of weed
No, I can’t do nothing for free
Oh, if

Lost in the sauce
Banging in my head (My head)
Fuck what you said (Said)
Been a boss (Boss)
Riding on my wave (My wave)
I'm in my lane (My lane)

around my purp.
Cuz I said so
Throw ya hands in the air and go berserk
Cuz I said so


Verse 1

Kuuler than Ludacris, with a can of Pepsi

Michael Lapelle,

a vowel
It's Ludacris how we take 'em out by word of mouf
You don't need accolades for you to get clout
I I minimize
Like I'm a genicide
I identify
Whack

I done helped too many niggas, man, I'm cutting niggas off
Man, I'm cutting niggas off
I been grinding by myself, getting this money, I'm a boss

I gotta give them
What they ask for
This is Boss City
What the fuck do I need a mask for?

Right here in Boss City
Yeah
See I can pick you up
And put

stupid bitch
Must not know that's ludacris, ain't got time for goofy shit
I just need to bluest strips, it ain't bout no money

I ain't coming or ain't

You can't fuck with me and that's for really though
Bitch I be so cold I be so chilly froze
I need the gwap fuck a thot need a milli hoe
And I never

Thrive

Newsboys

Thrive

2002

Yeah, I'm giving it over

Music by Peter Furler and Steve Taylor / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music