Da Boss (Fabolous)
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โฑ๏ธ 3:12 duration
๐ ID: 23173272
๐ Lyrics
New Family
It's called The Boss
What?
Check it
It's the Donald Trump of the corner pumpers
Yeah
And the George Bush of the raw pushers
I find winners like Steinbrenner
Some say I'm the Bishop Don to the bitches that you push up on
Coming out
I'm a boss, like Springsteen and bling bling
Yeah
Like a Bill Gates that still dates
Picture Lyor Cohen on rims that keep going
Uh-huh
Maybe Oprah- Uh-huh
...
Balling in Copa
Whoa
The coupe got a Cuban stink
I'm in a three-piece suit and a Cuban link
Woo
It's the boss of the ghetto
Yeah
My bitch sit with her legs crossed- Uh
...
In a thousand dollar cost in stiletto
Uh
I hear 'em complaining they can't find no jobs- Uh
...
So I hire hoes to give me blowjobs
Get 'em in the gym- Woo
...
Diets with no carbs
Woo
It's no prob
You could be my boss bitch
Yeah
Yeah
DJ Clue
Desert Storm
For all my real bosses out there, my
Donald Trumps, my Tony Sopranos, come on
The half Black, half Dominicano, Tony Soprano
Ain't many that I know
Not Colombiano, but built like Tony
Watch my back so I don't get killed like Tony
No
You got to feel him, mami
Woo
The kid'll make you famous like William Bonnie
Woo
You could say Don like A-Bomb without the stringer
Try to point me out, it be without them fingers
Word
Yeah
The Corleone with the Roly on- Uh
...
It's organized crime how I organize rhymes
Uh
I'm Captain Kirk and the rappers hirk
'Cept I chase chips in Bentley spaceships
Woo
I'm the best dressed B-O-S-S- Oh
...
Like Nino B., sipping Pinot G
And I call 'em like Sam Rothstein
Who you think show 'em how to get the grams off clean?
Huh?
If you a boss out there, man, if you Bill Gates of the streets
If you Tiger Woods of your hood, let's get it popping
I'm Bob Johnson, but I don't got a team of bobcats
Nah
My team is in full-length minks and mob hats
Yeah
Unlike Diddy who made 'em walk for cheesecake, '
Cause I will make 'em walk to Philly for cheesesteaks
Yeah
I'm like I Beam with Interscope
Yeah
But my green go into dope
I show my boss bitch what to do with bricks
Get knocked, she'll be out Martha Stewart quick
They figure me Richard Branson
The 30 carat chain keep the bitches glancing
With the direction of a Quentin Tarantino
Ho
But I got no change, I only carry C-notes
What else?
I'm stuck in my business ways
Yeah
I can get you killed in a business day
Yeah
And I'm the man who hire ya, so it's
Only right that I'm the man who fire ya
Uh
Now get back to work
DJ Clue
Desert Storm
Professional Part Three
You know how I do things
To all my bosses out there, if you're not a boss, get your weight up
Come on
It's called The Boss
What?
Check it
It's the Donald Trump of the corner pumpers
Yeah
And the George Bush of the raw pushers
I find winners like Steinbrenner
Some say I'm the Bishop Don to the bitches that you push up on
Coming out
I'm a boss, like Springsteen and bling bling
Yeah
Like a Bill Gates that still dates
Picture Lyor Cohen on rims that keep going
Uh-huh
Maybe Oprah- Uh-huh
...
Balling in Copa
Whoa
The coupe got a Cuban stink
I'm in a three-piece suit and a Cuban link
Woo
It's the boss of the ghetto
Yeah
My bitch sit with her legs crossed- Uh
...
In a thousand dollar cost in stiletto
Uh
I hear 'em complaining they can't find no jobs- Uh
...
So I hire hoes to give me blowjobs
Get 'em in the gym- Woo
...
Diets with no carbs
Woo
It's no prob
You could be my boss bitch
Yeah
Yeah
DJ Clue
Desert Storm
For all my real bosses out there, my
Donald Trumps, my Tony Sopranos, come on
The half Black, half Dominicano, Tony Soprano
Ain't many that I know
Not Colombiano, but built like Tony
Watch my back so I don't get killed like Tony
No
You got to feel him, mami
Woo
The kid'll make you famous like William Bonnie
Woo
You could say Don like A-Bomb without the stringer
Try to point me out, it be without them fingers
Word
Yeah
The Corleone with the Roly on- Uh
...
It's organized crime how I organize rhymes
Uh
I'm Captain Kirk and the rappers hirk
'Cept I chase chips in Bentley spaceships
Woo
I'm the best dressed B-O-S-S- Oh
...
Like Nino B., sipping Pinot G
And I call 'em like Sam Rothstein
Who you think show 'em how to get the grams off clean?
Huh?
If you a boss out there, man, if you Bill Gates of the streets
If you Tiger Woods of your hood, let's get it popping
I'm Bob Johnson, but I don't got a team of bobcats
Nah
My team is in full-length minks and mob hats
Yeah
Unlike Diddy who made 'em walk for cheesecake, '
Cause I will make 'em walk to Philly for cheesesteaks
Yeah
I'm like I Beam with Interscope
Yeah
But my green go into dope
I show my boss bitch what to do with bricks
Get knocked, she'll be out Martha Stewart quick
They figure me Richard Branson
The 30 carat chain keep the bitches glancing
With the direction of a Quentin Tarantino
Ho
But I got no change, I only carry C-notes
What else?
I'm stuck in my business ways
Yeah
I can get you killed in a business day
Yeah
And I'm the man who hire ya, so it's
Only right that I'm the man who fire ya
Uh
Now get back to work
DJ Clue
Desert Storm
Professional Part Three
You know how I do things
To all my bosses out there, if you're not a boss, get your weight up
Come on