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"Bossy Lady" is a track by Rick Ross, from the album Deeper Than Rap, released 21st April 2009. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Intro: Rick Ross] To deal with a dude like me, baby, you gotta be the HBIC The head bitch in charge, callin' all the shots, baby Can't be scared to gamble Gotta roll the dice Feel me? Scared money don't make none [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Shorty, look, I know my ego lookin' forty foot Big chain, not talkin' 'bout the naughty look Mine gaudy 'less I'm goin' for the sporty look He young and rich and, bitch, that go without an argument My kicks brown, now I'm lookin' for Rihanna and 'em Smoke junkie kush funkier than Parliament What's the problem then? Girl, fuck your 'partment Move in with me on the beach, now you top ten You could do the spa (Spa), see a newer car (Ah) These my feelings and I'm really feelin' who you are (Yes) Baby light brown (Brown) with the right smile (Ha) First lady and she ready for the White House [Chorus: Ne-Yo] Baby, you You shine just like I do Just like you're supposed to Everyone knows you're the boss's girl My diamond Envy of all your friends These moves that we're making Got us on top of the world You're the boss's girl, oh (I got nothin' but love for you, baby) Baby, you're the boss's girl, oh (I love to pay your bills, it excites me, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout?) Said, baby, you're the boss's girl (Real talk) [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Stretch limousines, tall waterfalls Valet at the crib, my cars, I love 'em all Boss lady, she the head bitch in charge She ask for head first, so she gets it off the top Champagne pop, rubber band knots Multi-millionaire, I know that other man not Let her call the shots, she want me on the top And the way I want it, it'll be a month before I stop Kind of walk funny, stumble out the pad Snap of her finger, niggas pickin up her tabs Walkin' through the mall, got me carryin' her bags I gotta pause 'cause this motherfucker bad [Chorus: Ne-Yo] Baby, you You shine just like I do Just like you're supposed to Everyone knows you're the boss's girl My diamond Envy of all your friends These moves that we're making Got us on top of the world You're the boss's girl, oh (I love you, baby) Baby, you're the boss's girl, oh (I feel good with me, just sayin', baby, I love you) Said, baby, you're the boss's girl [Verse 3: Rick Ross] Cruisin' down Collins, knockin' Trick Daddy When I'm upset, all my niggas trigger happy Do me a favor, watch your behavior 'Cause I'm insane, send you straight to your savior Lookin' at my savings, baby, I can save you Take you parasailin', straight to Jamaica Your man a batty boy, what the bumbaclot? You deserve better, six-car garage Come in late night, so I'm airportin' As I take fright, I'm your Air Jordan We the world champs, come and ball with us Gotta take my time when I put it all in her [Chorus: Ne-Yo] Baby, you You shine just like I do Just like you're supposed to Everyone knows you're the boss's girl My diamond Envy of all your friends These moves that we're making Got us on top of the world You're the boss's girl, oh Baby, you're the boss's girl, oh Said, baby, you're the boss's girl
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