[T.I.]
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I'm ride or die, as we ridin' by
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Holla westside which side am I?
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Beemer 760i, Try me, let off 60 shots
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Again we got the city hot and
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Poppin' like it a¢æ?posed to be
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Hoes who not menaging got no business standing close to me
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So cold, a ferocious G,
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Niggas ain't as dope as me, mind you fuckin' business
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Watch ya mouth when you approaching me
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I fuck with hoes who fucks with hoes, do pills and powder socially
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I like em I don't love a¢æ?em though, cold heart emotionally
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Ask me where the ocean is
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Ridin in a ghost again
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Slap it wit' a lot of spit until she swallow all of it
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Call the shots, run the shit
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On some big money shit
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Serious 'bout my hustle all these cowards on that funny shit
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Rappin' 'bout a bunch of shit
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And you ain't even done it yet
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You the one they gunnin' at
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How I'm a¢æ?posed to honor that?
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You all talk dawg, flow and I ain't having none of that
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I'm big boss dawg floss all day, run it back
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[Meek Mill - Hook]
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Bitch, I'm a BOSS!
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Bitch, I'm a BOSS!
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I'ma boss, I'ma boss
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I play the shots
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I call the calls
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We in this bitch
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It's goin' down
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Yeah, I'm the king
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Now where my mufuckin' crown?
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[Swiss Beatz]
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You a boss, you a boss
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He don't care what it cost
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You just buy that muthafucka and you throw that shit on?
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You be poppin' them tags
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We just throw it in bags
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And then we hit the fucking block, we be dropping them rags
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[Meek Mill]
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Started with a dollar, turned it to a M
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Used to ride Impala, turned it to a Benz
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Niggaz used hate me, turned into my friends
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You should see how people treat you when that money coming in
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Bad bitches callin' cause I'm ballin'
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And these niggas hatin' on me cause they starving and I'm parking Aston Martin's where they walking
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These bitches ain't important, they informants really talking when the people get to honking
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I'ma a boss, really, Nino or Al Pacino
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!--Lyrics End-->
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I'm A Boss (Remix)
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