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Correct Boss Up Lyrics
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Boss up Don't get me crossed up We like to drink the sauce up Toss money at the bar and floss up Boss up Y'all know who's the nicest I'm from Detroit, player I don't care what the price is I don't wear Nike Air force ones no more, baby, I'm sorry My sneakers cost nine hundred dollars and they made by Maury My shit's ridiculous, got gold in my toilet stool And bitches wanna swear there's diamonds in my swimmin pool, "He's so cool!" When the girls see me, they all drool, Because they know that I'm the one that's breaking all the rules My mink coat's so long, you can mistake it for carpet You got purple kush up in that blunt, homie? Just spark it If twenty-six's aint on your truck, you should just park it Because you're out there like that department store, Target I bought the Beatles catelogue back from Michael Jackson Then called his ass a child-molester right before I slapped him Then sold the shit to Paul Micartney, then I double-taxed him The chrome Desert Eagle convinced him - and relaxed him Christina Aguilera came over, did me dirty I told Beyonce stop trying to give me Jay z's birdy I know you purdy, but go get me a ice-cold Pepsi Then get your ass in this hot tub with me and Lisa Marie Presley Boss up Don't get me crossed up We like to drink the sauce up Toss money at the bar and floss up Boss up Y'all know who's the nicest I'm from Detroit, player I don't care what the price is I walk on rose petals, my feet never touch the ground Got two bitches - one to wipe me up, one to wipe me down I sleep with three women all night, it's like a hardcore porn They got me shakin in my bed like Ozzy Osbourne I got the power I'm pissing golden showers The hoe that wipe my ass say it smells like flowers Is that neccessary? Me and Halle Barry in a bubble bath Just got back from Germany, I'm jet lag Boss up Don't get me crossed up We like to drink the sauce up Toss money at the bar and floss up Boss up Y'all know who's the nicest I'm from Detroit, player I don't care what the price is I got four hundred acres in the city on the East side Police, they work for me, deliver donuts and pizza I pay Mariah Carry to come and sit on my toilet and sing to me When I'm in the tub, and dry my booty when I'm done I got three helicopters and I rent them out for videos So rappers can front and try to boss up like me, I suppose I got a pit with platinum slugs and a doghouse, with an escalator in it You's a hater, admit it I did it, I made it You hate it, can't fade it Murdered a bitch with my bare hands and only got a fine and paid it Bought the jury each a bently, after the trial I took it back Here I come! Look at that! Where my fucking hookers at? Had a private jet, but I sold it to the Soviets As boss as it gets, for real and flossing all hits I'm underground, undetected, much respected Never rejected, my downfall - don't expect it. Boss up Don't get me crossed up We like to drink the sauce up Toss money at the bar and floss up Boss up Y'all know who's the nicest I'm from Detroit, player I don't care what the price is
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