Ludacris

Ludacris - I Need A Boss lyrics

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This that new fire man, Darkchild
Disturbing Tha Peace, Shareefa
Here's another one, Luda
I told 'em we just gettin started man

Aiyyo, 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 gangsta
Ain't a, toy soldier, a real gangsta
Playa, holdin' me down like an anchor
I need a pappy, 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 be buggin'
'Cause all these fakes thugs is tryna press up
I need a boss like hey, who's flossin' like hey
Tossin' dough like hey, you know that he'll pay

I-I-I be buggin'
'Cause all these fakes thugs is tryna press up
I need a boss like hey, who's flossin' like hey
Tossin' dough like hey, that drives me crazy

Aiyyo 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, niggaz 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 be buggin'
'Cause all these fakes thugs is tryna press up
I need a boss like hey, who's flossin' like hey
Tossin' dough like hey, you know that he'll pay

I-I-I be buggin'
'Cause all these fakes 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, see me in your dreams
I'm the boss of all bosses, 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 Bible

Fifteen bank accounts, ten different bi'nesses
Five different lawyers, tell 'em what the bi'ness 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, 'Built Ford Tough', I'm as real as they come
But fake thugs love to hate, some punks be ice grillin' me
'Cause I got assets, no liabilities

Now to infinity, grown women be feelin' me
And they ain't got nuttin' 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 stutter like

I-I-I be buggin'
'Cause all these fakes thugs is tryna press up
I need a boss like hey, who's flossin' like hey
Tossin' dough like hey, you know that he'll pay

I-I-I be buggin'
'Cause all these fakes 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-I-I be buggin'
'Cause all these fakes thugs is tryna press up
I need a boss like hey, who's flossin' like hey
Tossin' dough like hey, you know that he'll pay

I-I-I be buggin'
'Cause all these fakes thugs is tryna press up
I need a boss like hey, who's flossin' like hey
Tossin' dough like hey, that drives me crazy
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