Boss (Explicit) 歌詞
Boss (Explicit) - Rick Ross/Dre
Run how you want boss
Chill how you want boss
Floss how you want boss
Do whatcha like
Go rock your chain boss
Pour that champagne boss
Keep getting paid boss
Do Whatcha like
Ross la la la la la la
Do Whatcha like
Ross la la la la la la
Do Whatcha like
As I'm poppin' my collar
Black on black antique impala
She ain't gotta speak cuz my speakers
Let her know that I'm ballin
They call me the boss I be calling the shots
It's Ricky Ross that boy be ballin alot
That boy be ridin' big that boy be ridin' rim's
Not the flats but the fish cuz 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 step
Stunting is boss
Shining is boss
Grand daddy kush or the purt
Yellow diamonds is boss
That dime a boss She fine as a house
And she driving a porche She designed for a boss
Run how you want boss
Chill how you want boss
Floss how you want boss
Do whatcha like
Go rock your chain boss
Pour that champagne boss
Keep getting paid boss
Do Whatcha like
Ross la la la la la la
Do Whatcha like
Ross la la la la la la
Do Whatcha like
I'm ridin' big I'm hoping lanes
My chevy thang Got this chickens all insane
Look at my stones tap dancing on the bezzle
Bad baby at the rollie lap dancing and wanna kiss me
Oh no cuz of my chain
Cuz of my bling like a peacock standing on my ring
Cuz I'm a boss I'm a spend it
I'm a floss I'm a winner
You the loss all these niggas
Sprinkle soft cuz i'm the pepper and the salt
Whatcha feel whatcha like
Whatcha want what's your type
I done seen it done it twice
bought it up the same night
Cuz I'm a boss its Ricky Ross
If u buy if u spend it f**k the cost
You's a boss You a boss
Run how you want boss
Chill how you want boss
Floss how you want boss
Do whatcha like
Go rock your chain boss
Pour that champagne boss
Keep getting paid boss
Do Whatcha like
Ross la la la la la la
Do Whatcha like
Ross la la la la la la
Do Whatcha like
Before the block got whipped
And they Pistol got ripped
Before u 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 vivid
26's on the old school
Pro tools session
Got the old school ho's
Acting brand new sweating
Brand new tennis chain fancy pockets on my jeans
Headed for the walk dude
Fore' they win him on the stage
Two a day super pay
Stupid brain 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 looking for a reason
I'm the boss
Run how you want boss
Chill how you want boss
Floss how you want boss
Do whatcha like
Go rock your chain boss
Pour that champagne boss
Keep getting paid boss
Do Whatcha like
Ross la la la la la la
Do Whatcha like
Ross la la la la la la
Do Whatcha like