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Need A Boss

This that new fire man!

DarkChild!

Disturbing Tha Peace!

Shareefa!

Here's another one

Luda!

I told 'em we just gettin started man

Ay yo I don't think they really understand what this is

Bring that back!

Ay, Shareefa where you at baby?

Let's go!

Come wit it, need somebody that's real gansta

Ain't a toy soldier, a real gangsta

Playa, holdin' me down like an anchor

I need a pappi, somebody I call daddy

Hustla, any hood he's a boss-a

Trapper, under the rugs he got stacks-a

Never see movies, don't like them actors

That's just what I go after

That's what I need

I-I-I-I-I-I

I be lookin'

Cuz all these fakes thugs is tryna press up

I need a boss like (hey!)

Who's flossin like (hey!)

Tossin' dough (hey!)

You know that he'll (pay!)

I-I-I-I-I-I

I be lookin'

Cuz all these fake thugs is tryna press up

I need a boss like (hey!)

Who's flossin like (hey!)

Tossin' dough like (hey!)

That drives me crazy!

Hey yo Darkchild, bring that back!

Stop it, anything I want I cop it

I just want somebody to get fly wit

I got what I need, but can you top it?

Yes I'm a hot chick, somebody you can ride wit

Got hips, all the boys want me to drop it

So thick, niggas be buggin, I own it

I may be young, but I know what I want

If you show me baby, you can get on

So come on

That's just one of the things I need

Only one I'm pleasing is me

Unpredictable, yeah that's me

I can't help it, that's so sexy

I-I-I-I-I-I

I be lookin'

Cuz all these fakes thugs is tryna press up

I need a boss like (hey!)

Who's flossin like (hey!)

Tossin' dough (hey!)

You know that he'll (pay!)

I-I-I-I-I-I

I be lookin'

Cuz all these fake thugs is tryna press up

I need a boss like (hey!)

Who's flossin like (hey!)

Tossin' dough like (hey!)

That drives me crazy!

I'm the number one hustler of the century

S-s-see me in your dreams

I'm the boss of all bosses

K-k-king of all kings

I'm your favorite rapper's idol

I been had the title

Call me hot 16 wit more verses than the Bible

15 bank accounts, 10 different businesses

5 different lawyers, tell 'em what the business is

I live down the block, was raised up the street

Want beef? I'll do like summertime and raise up the heat

I'm the leader of the pack, plus I'm still in the slums

Man I was bulit Ford tough, I'm as real as they come

But fake thugs love to hate, some punks be ice grillin' me

Cuz I g-g-got assets, no liabilities

Now to infinity, grown women be feelin' me

And they ain't got nothin' to lose but they virginity

Still the Lova Lova, so give me a couple rubbers

I'll get 'em in a room, and Luda will make 'em studder like..

I-I-I-I-I-I

I be lookin'

Cuz all these fakes thugs is tryna press up

I need a boss like (hey!)

Who's flossin like (hey!)

Tossin' dough (hey!)

You know that he'll (pay!)

I-I-I-I-I-I

I be lookin'

Cuz all these fake thugs is tryna press up

I need a boss like (hey!)

Who's flossin like (hey!)

Tossin

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