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(Verse)
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Certified, just to say the least
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Do or die, bonafied
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Opposite, opposite
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Theater order and they work in the street
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Head on the table, with a little one, a little underneath
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Big Willy now pretty Ricky
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Roll around with Dal and Nicky
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Now picky, that¡¯s just how the game taught em
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But don¡¯t say his name ¡®cause everybody call him
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(Hook)
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Boss
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(Verse)
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Her, she came up the old school way
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Started out in the cut, out in the cut
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Movin pass tricks, the easiest way
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A smile on that big old butt
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Was another floor, that bubble, see
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Because they all seemed magnetized
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And when a woman¡¯s touch is so soft
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But it¡¯s all just a sacrifice
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For her to speed dial
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(Hook)
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Boss
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Huh
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(Verse)
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Now this one here¡¯s a cold piece
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This mama¡¯s little hustling man
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Had all the threads and even ball gold teeth
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And he wanted to be so grand
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Man this is what you call a dreamer
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Tryna make a fantasy come true
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But know and behold, it wasn¡¯t in his soul
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No matter what he tried no matter what he tried
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He spread his name across the game and even paid for a little respect
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Just tryna buy what money cannot buy
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They still ain¡¯t love that yet
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They¡¯ll never be
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(Hook x2)
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