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Need A Boss (ft. Ludacris)

This that new fire, man

DarkChild, Disturbing Tha Peace

Shareefa, here's another one, LudaI 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 goCome 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 papi, somebody I call daddyHustla, any hood, he's a boss-a

Trapper, under the rugs, he's got stacks-a

Never see movies, don't like them actors

That's just what I go after

That's what I needI-I-I be lookin'

'Cause 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 payI-I-I be lookin'

'Cause all these fakes thugs is tryna press up

I need a boss like hey, who's flossin' like hey

Tossin' dough, hey, that drives me crazyHey, yo, Darkchild, bring that backStop it, anythin' 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 witGot 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 onThat's just one of the things I need

Only one I'm pleasin' is me

Unpredictable, yeah, that's me

I can't help it, that's so sexyI-I-I be lookin'

'Cause 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 payI-I-I be lookin'

'Cause all these fakes thugs is tryna press up

I need a boss like hey, who's flossin' like hey

Tossin' dough, hey, that drives me crazyI'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 sixteen, wit more verses than the BibleFifteen bank accounts, ten different businesses

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

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

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

'Cause I g-g-got assets, no liabilitiesNow to infinity, grown women be feelin' me

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

Still the 'Lova Lova', so give me a couple rubbers

I'll get 'em in a room and Luda will make 'em studder likeI-I-I be lookin'

'Cause 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 payI-I-I be lookin'

'Cause 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 payI-I-I be lookin'

'Cause 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 payI-I-I be lookin'

'Cause all these fakes thugs is tryna press up

I need a boss like hey, who's flossin' like hey

Tossin' dough, hey, that drives me crazy

Songwriters

Daniels, Lashawn Ameen / Jerkins, Rodney Roy / Thomas, Delisha / Bridges, Christopher Brian / Birchett, Aneesha / Weiss, George David / Peretti, Hugo E / Creatore, LuigiPublished by

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