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King Boss

Run how you want, boss

Chill how you want, boss

Floss how you want, boss

Do whatcha likeGo rock your chain, boss

Pour that champagne, boss

Keep gettin' paid, boss

Do whatcha likeAs 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 lotThat 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 stepStuntin' 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 bossRun how you want, boss

Chill how you want, boss

Floss how you want, boss

Do whatcha likeGo rock your chain, boss

Pour that champagne, boss

Keep gettin' paid, boss

Do whatcha likeRoss, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la la

Do whatcha like

Ross, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la la

Do whatcha likeI'm ridin' big, I'm hopin' 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 meOh, 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 ***

Sprinkle salt 'cause I'm the pepper in the sauceWhatcha 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

If you buy, if you spend it, *** the cost

You's a boss, You a bossRun how you want, boss

Chill how you want, boss

Floss how you want, boss

Do whatcha likeGo rock your chain, boss

Pour that champagne, boss

Keep gettin' paid, boss

Do whatcha likeRoss, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la la

Do whatcha like

Ross, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la la

Do whatcha likeBefore the rock got whipped and they pistol got ripped

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 vivid26's on the old school, Pro Tools session

Got the old school *** actin' brand new sweatin'

Brand new tennis chain, fancy pockets on my jeans

Headed for the walk, dude, fore' they win him on the stageTwo a day, super pay, stupid *** 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 bossRun how you want, boss

Chill how you want, boss

Floss how you want, boss

Do whatcha likeGo rock your chain, boss

Pour that champagne, boss

Keep gettin' paid, boss

Do whatcha likeRoss, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la la

Do whatcha like

Ross, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la la

Do whatcha likeThat's all Ross, them boys runnin' in the streets

See them candy paints, Dade County

Over town, livin' the city brown

Carol City, Oba Locka

The whole thrill five of my yayo, I see ya, Ross

Do whatcha like

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