[Soulja Slim]
Yep, I need a top boss b*tch in my factory, ya heard me, my boss b*tch
They say dat we was of tha same kind & ain't lyin'
But at dat time I did sh*t to f*ck ya like you was mine
Turn tha ghetto b*tch boss & let her floss
It don't make dollars it don't make sense dat pus*y cost
Break it off & when you get it brang it to me
Split it down tha middle, you get 2 I get 3
I wouldn't call it pimpin', they thank pimpin' played out
Still tha same cept Soulja Slim sh*t layed out
Put cha on your feet to keep ya neat, n*gga speak
Not only dat she make a n*gga wanna eat
n*gga tweak for a big booty & a smile
Might hurt me later on but don't hurt now
Sendin' good pus*y on this mission to f*ck this faker
Figure maker, perpatraitor, a soulja hater
Thank he boss cause he f*ckin' my ghetto ho
But I'm off in his baby momma & tha n*gga never know
An I'm slick side doggin' it at random
Met her at Bayou Classic, when Southern played Gramblin'
She was pushin' yo Expedition, tell me if I'm wrong?
Tha b*tch tinted, grill fitted, sittin' on chrome
Followed me home in yo sh*t, tore tha pus*y up
Bust a nut, left a soulja rag in tha truck
Remember dat, dat was me, actually
I did it on G-P for tha dog n*gga up in me
[Hook 2X: Soulja Slim]
All hoes get layed, boss b*tches get paid
I see somethin' in ya, we can blow up like tha world trade
Slang dat ass, make dat cash, brang it back to me
You be tha top boss b*tch up in my factory
[Soulja Slim]
Now back to my ho I lie to, said I die for
My whole life I thank I cried enough
Still hype enough to keep my paper steady comin'
Heads up, where they at? I hear 'em drummin'
I'm hotter than tha gun dat killed Martin Luther King
That why tha f*ck I can't floss on Narizen
Dat light green sticky sticky got my vision blurry
Head buried underground, feel like I smoked a pound
Shake down, give it up, drop it like it's hot
Me & tha Bossalinie close & open up shop
It's understood dat you ain't nothin' but my boss b*tch
Double cross me get cha head knocked off b*tch
To tha river ya go buck naked wit out no clothes
Bullet lodged to ya dome, bust open as*h*le
Disrespect tha code get ya self f*cked over
Got cha pysched all tha way out there behind Soulja
I played them hoes, I'm a cold blooded ass n*gga
I done it to ya girl, look here don't get mad n*gga
I done dat bad n*gga but f*ck you know what's happ'n
I lay ya down, I'm a dog here besides rappin'
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