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letra de ima boss (remix) - ripsi winelover

[intro: dj khaled]
remix!
(one two, one two)
this the i’ma boss remix
meek milly
let’s go!

[verse 1: ripsi winelover]
quit your job call your boss a slob
who needs a wash
they get mad when i lay up
in the porsche box
trapped in my own
community one day i’m gonna bust
i’m the boss around here
and you just another client
heyyy! better days got me thinkin’
’bout better days
just call me boss you mother
b-tches cause i’m stealin race
like a boss, so check off rick ross

[hook: meek mill]
b-tch, i’m a boss
b-tch, i’m a boss! b-tch, i’m a boss!
i play the shots, i call the calls
we in this b-tch, it’s going down
yeah, i’m the king, now where my muhf-cking crown
[verse 2: t.i.]
i’m ride or die as i’m ridin’ by, holla westside right inside of my
bimmer 760i, try me let off sixty shots
again we got the city hot and popping like it ‘posed to be
hoes who not ménaging got no business standing close to me
so cold, a ferocious g, n-ggas ain’t as dope as me
mind your f-ckin’ business, watch your mouth when you approachin’ me
i f-ck with hoes who f-ck with hoes, do pills and powder socially
i like ’em, i don’t love ‘em though, cold heart emotionally
captain where the ocean is, riding in the ghost again
slap you with a lot of spit until she swallow all of it
call the shots, run the sh-t, on some big money sh-t
serious ’bout my hustle all these cowards on that funny sh-t
rapping ’bout a bunch of sh-t and you ain’t even done it yet
you the one they gunning at, how i’m ‘posed to honor that?
you all talk dawg, flaw and i ain’t having none of that
i’m big boss dawg, floss all day and run it back

[bridge: swiss beatz]
you a boss, she a boss, you don’t care what it cost
you just buy that motherf-cker and you throw that sh-t on
you be popping them tags, we just throw it in bags
and then we hit the f-cking block, we be droppin’ them rags
[verse 3: meek mill]
started with a dollar, turn it to a m
used to ride impala, turn it to a benz
n-ggas used hate me, turn into my friends
you should see how people treat you when that money coming in
bad b-tches calling cause i’m balling
and these n-ggas hatin’ on me cause they starving
and i’m parking aston martins where they walking, these n-ggas ain’t important
they informants really talking when the people get to honking
i’m a boss really, nino or al pacino
hundred racks on this rollie, it light up like a casino
n-ggas really be fraud, i’ma keep it a c-note
got shooters down in miami, they throw it like dan marino

[verse 4: rick ross]
had a couple seizures, call ’em minor setbacks
everybody praying for me, i respect that
woke up in the hospital, where my checks at
then i put eight chains, where my neck’s at
hopping in the ghost, i feel i’m dead set
worth 40 m’s so respect that
i put all my jewels on just to bone your chick
you know the boss well known for leavin’ bonuses
we making money, may it marinate
when the work clean, cut it like it’s carrot cake
d-boys love the way i narrate
i still whip it like it’s anna mae
remember momma had a cavalier
now she living like a cleveland cavalier
better check the stats, we fillin’ arenas
and i got the gats, gilbert arenas
[hook: meek mill]
b-tch, i’m a boss
b-tch, i’m a boss! b-tch, i’m a boss!
i play the shots, i call the calls
we in this b-tch, it’s going down
yeah, i’m the king, now where my muhf-cking crown

[verse 5: trinidad cartel]
they napped and slept on me, man, i hate black
i’m am the guy that’s a big ol’ boss
like i’m only serving 20 rocks
you’re the boss of bullsh-t
bulletproof vest won’t protect sh-t
whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars
rap ’bout the s-x, still a virgin boss
i just want somebody i can see
im boss as f-ck, no ones employing me
livin life like a boss, oakvillians we call the shots
took a shot, tired of runnin from the bums and the cops
life is hard death is easy so i stay a boss
got police chasen meto my hoes from old blocks

[bridge 2: swizz beats]
you a boss, you a boss
seven five, seven showers on her
spend about thirteen hours on it
7-57 with the showers on it
we spent about thirteen hours on it

[verse 6: haitian doll]
when i’m in the groove, i can freak a tune
took my chick to the f-cking bathroom
i’m gon’ make a pretty big sandwich
your main chick is now my b-tch
didn’t know her but i’m
confirming that i gurgled that d-ck
intoxicated rebels came in to f-ck your chick
i guess i can steal your chick
p.s eh i ain’t trying to nit pick
gawking and stalking
this blonde chick with nice tits/
ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks
i’mma make it rain trick
like two d-cks and no chick
a criminal grind
every chick loves godzilla
you is just a groupie b-tch
and groupie b-tch, no i am sick
i am legend, a snicker d-ck in a vanilly chick

[verse 7: lil’ wayne]
look, i be probably on my skateboard, tryna learn a new trick
i just f-cked an avatar, now i got a blue d-ck
money talks, bullsh-t walks if the shoe fit
you pushing up daisies, daffodils, tulips
i’m in my zone, i’m angie stoned
i point the pistol at you like a camera phone
i’m young money, cash money, i’m not human
i’m tryna get money, money like mark cuban
if she don’t respect me, she gon’ respect this d-ck
the world is an assh0l- and we the next big sh-t
d-mn right i gang bang, tell ’em blood up slime
f-ck! i had to say f-ck one time, get it

[verse 8: ms. mama]
since i was six they been callin me bossy
heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free
must be something you want me to see
eyes so glossy from me bein bossy
bossy friend better behave
in any weather, pale skin, color of white slave
these daysit’s an all out
rat race and look at meee just caught another cat case

[verse 9: birdman]
when i came up in this b-tch i was shining every summer
took the whole thing, the young n-gga doing numbers
tote two nines, b-tch, iced out stunting
candy on the ave, candy on the slab
hundred gs n-gga, cash money millionaires
hundred mil n-gga, how we flipped it off the ave
blood rich gang, you know we filthy n-gga
the money do sw-ng, behind a k!ller n-gga
catch me uptown putting it down
moving all around, new fleets with my round
touch another town, putting it all down
pop a hundred bottles b-tch, we wear the crown

[verse 10: ripsi winelover]
to much drugs in the bloodstream
okay, so play d, know what i mean
ho, sl-t, no love, turn beef to cold cuts
my daddy drank and my momma did drugs;
stack up your funds like a million bucks
my bars are lethal like barbiturate drugs
you constantly say,that you do drugs
i like hoes that like poles in clean clubs
full of drugs, over inflated figures
so you finally got the nerve
bonding over our love for drugs
amen, they say you only live once
and all we lack is
communication like service sucks
i’m misunderstood not really
a bad guy just high off drugs/
cause i bounce around like im drugs
good kids make bad grown ups
i was born to do the d-mn thing
guns blazing, h-lls raising
if i sent my dad letters
and my guns are directors
stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks
carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles
soon as para finite will paralyze her existence
so live it up until the end maybe you should use guns
they say he the key to my blessings
planning revenge, guns clapped exact vengeance
i, slap b-tchez and toke guns for fun
they say that karats help your vision
without the sound of guns
now it’s 6 2’s on closed curtains
we got dat guns and flow
where they find me, 16 on death row

- ripsi winelover

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