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Meek Mill( Robert Rihmeek Williams )
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I'ma Boss
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Look I be ridin' through my old hood but I'm in my new whip Same old attitude but I'm on that new shit They say they gon' rob me, see me never do shit 'Cause they know that's the reason they gon' end up on a news clip
Audemar on my wrist, bust down We poppin' bottles like I scored the winnin' touchdown 'Member Meek dead broke? Look at me up now I run my city front south Philly back to uptown
Thank God, all these bottles I popped All this paper I been gettin', all these models I fuck I done sold a hundred thousand 'fore my album got dropped And I'm only 23, I'm the shit, now look at me, look at me
I'ma boss like my nigga Rozay Shawty asked me for a check, I told that bitch, 'Like no way' 'Cause I made it from the bottom, there was nothin' on the way And I never had a job, you know I had to sell yay
Bitch, I'ma boss, I call the shots I'm with the murder team, call the cops We in the building, y'all are not You short on the paper, you gon' ball or not?
Bitch, I'ma boss, I'ma boss Bitch, I'ma boss, I'ma boss I play the shots, I call the calls We in this bridge, it's goin' down Yeah, I'm the king, now where my mufuckin' crown?
Bitch, I'ma boss, I'ma boss Bitch, I'ma boss, I'ma boss Bitch, I'ma boss, I'ma boss Bitch, I'ma boss, I'ma boss
Bitch, I'ma boss, I'ma boss Bitch, I'ma boss, I'ma boss I play the shots, I call the calls Yeah
Got so many shades, they thought I had a lazy eye Shorty rode me smooth as my Mercedes ride No love, cry when only babies die And when I go that casket, better cost a hundred thou
I pray to God I look my killer in his eyes Snatch his soul out his shirt, let's take him for that ride OG, is one who standin' on his own feet A boss is one who guarantee we gon' eat
Fuck a blog, dawg, 'cause one day we gon' meet I'ma spazz on your ass like I'm on E Or a double stack, better, nigga, double that Jerry Jones money, nigga, you a runnin' back
Hershall Walker, Bo Jack Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Ricky Waters better run that dope back Boss, And I put that on my Maybach Four hundred thou, bitch, you wish you saved that
Bitch, I'ma boss, I'ma boss Bitch, I'ma boss, I'ma boss I play the shots, I call the calls We in this bridge, it's goin' down Yeah, I'm the king, now where my mufuckin' crown?
Bitch, I'ma boss, I'ma boss Bitch, I'ma boss, I'ma boss Bitch, I'ma boss, I'ma boss Bitch, I'ma boss, I'ma boss
Bitch, I'ma boss, I'ma boss Bitch, I'ma boss, I'ma boss I play the shots, I call the calls Yeah, hey
Couple cars I don't never drive, bikes I don't never ride Crib I ain't never been, pool I don't never swim Fool, you ain't better and I move like the president Everything black on black, you know I be strappin' that
Rattin' ass niggas walkin' 'round wearin' wires Fuckin' up the game, got the hood on fire Bitch, I'ma king, call me sire If you say I don't run my city, you a mufuckin' liar
Bitch, I'ma boss, you a fraud You cross the line, I get you murdered full cost Out in Vegas, I twist them laws At the fight we watchin' Floyd, we on the floor
Yeah, scared money don't make no money If I ever go broke, I'ma take your money I ain't never dropped a dime, you ain't take none from me In the hood every day, bitch, I'm good, what I say?
Bitch, I'ma boss, I'ma boss Bitch, I'ma boss, I'ma boss I play the shots, I call the calls We in this bridge, it's goin' down Yeah, I'm the king, now where my mufuckin' crown?
Bitch, I'ma boss, I'ma boss Bitch, I'ma boss, I'ma boss Bitch, I'ma boss, I'ma boss Bitch, I'ma boss, I'ma boss
Bitch, I'ma boss, I'ma boss Bitch, I'ma boss, I'ma boss I play the shots, I call the calls Yeah, hey
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