Shareefa and Ludacris - Need A Boss

This that new fire, man
Darkchild
Disturbing Tha Peace
Shareefa
Here's another one
Luda
I told 'em we just gettin' started, man
Ayy, yo, I don't think they really understand what this is
Bring that back
Ayy, Shareefa, where you at, baby?
Let's go

Come with 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 papi, 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-I-I-I-I-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 kills me
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-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

(Ayy, yo, we just gettin' started man)
(Ayy, yo Darkchild, bring that back)

Stop it, anything I want I cop it
I just want somebody to get fly with
I got what I need, but can you top it?
Yes, I'm a hot chick, somebody you can ride with
Got hips, all the boys want me to drop it
So thick n- 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 pleasin' is me (pleasi'g me, baby)
Unpredictable, yeah, that's me (yeah)
I can't help it, that's so sexy

I-I-I-I-I-I-I-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 kills me
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I be buggin' (you know I be buggin')
'Cause all these fakes thugs is tryna press up
I need a boss like hey, who's flossin' like hey (I'm the man you lookin' for baby)
Tossin' dough like hey, that drives me crazy (Luda)

I'm the number one hustler of the century, s-s-see me in your dreams
I'm the boss of all bosses, k-k-king of all kings
I'm your favorite rapper's idol, I been had the title
Call me hot sixteen with more verses than the Bible
Fifteen bank accounts, ten different bidnesses
Five different lawyers, tell 'em what the bidness 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 g-g-got assets, no liabilities
Now to infinity, grown women be feelin' me
And they ain't got nothin' to lose but they virginities
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-I-I-I-I-I-I-I be buggin'
'Cause all these fakes thugs is tryna press up (tryna press up)
I need a boss like hey, who's flossin' like hey
Tossin' dough like hey, you know that kills me (yeah, you know I need a boss in my life)
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I be buggin'
'Cause all these fakes thugs is tryna press up (somebody who's sick of me cryin' and tryna do right)
I need a boss like hey, who's flossin' like hey, (hey, hey, hey)
Tossin' dough like hey, that drives me crazy (you drive me crazy, baby)
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-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 (I need a, I need a-)
Tossin' dough like hey, you know that kills me
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I be buggin'
'Cause all these fakes thugs is tryna press up
(I needs a real thug, that's holdin' me down like what?)
I need a boss like hey, who's flossin' like hey
Tossin' dough like hey, that drives me crazy

Written by:
Aneesha Birchett, Christopher Brian Bridges, Luigi Creatore, Lashawn Ameen Daniels, Rodney Roy Jerkins, Hugo E Peretti, Delisha Thomas, George David Weiss

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