Red Bottom Boss lyrics

by

Trey Songz


[Chorus: Rick Ross]
It's the red bottom boss, came to buy the bar
Every bi-week, sh*t, I'm bound to buy a car
Murder-cedes Benz or that bubble double R
Headlights flicking, looking like a falling star

[Verse 1: The Game]
I'm 'bout to tear this f*cking track out
Pretend that it's Keri Hilson and blow her f*cking back out
22nd mixtape, half of 'em diss tapes
But f*ck who I was dissing cause I never made a mistake
Bleek got what he deserved, Jay, I might have been tripping
I was falling, I was slipping, he was Jordan, I thought I was Pippen
He was winning, I was losing, he threw a jab, I start bruising
So I threw in the towel just to separate all confusion
Ivy Blue is beautiful, me saying that's unusual
That's just the father in me, don't think I'm trying to be cool with you
Thug life, Rihanna knuckles, Gucci shirt, designer buckles
Louis Vuitton billboard, the n*ggas that's just trying to hustle
Poster boy for them drug dealers, I just want y'all to love me
But I ain't the Feds, so I ain't really trying to bug n*ggas
Y'all the Verizon man, I'm just gon' stand behind y'all
But every now and then, I gotta remind y'all

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
It's the red bottom boss, came to buy the bar
Every bi-week, sh*t, I'm bound to buy a car
Murder-cedes Benz or that bubble double R
Headlights flicking, looking like a falling star
[Verse 2: The Game]
It's that red bottom boss, n*gga
Burgundy Bentley truck, who give a f*ck what it cost n*gga
That V12 start up like Ross n*gga
That's why them hoes call me the boss n*gga
Catch me in the Maybach where them seats recline way back
Remember, I had a Rocky for ya, I ain't talking ASAP
Know I got that K strap, chopper with the base hat
If you see tip drilling, King of Diamonds, tell I got like eight stacks
Ace of Spades by the crates, biatch
Never lose, like Alexander the Great, biatch
I only win like Baylor, I run the city like mayors
Don't make me go dig up them old Chuck Taylor's
Back when me and Snoop was the only ones throwing up gang signs
Y'all n*ggas wasn't bloods until I came and cosigned y'all
But y'all the Verizon man, I'm just gon' stand behind y'all
And sometimes I gotta remind y'all

[Verse 3: The Game]
Taylor Gang n*gga, I ain't Wiz doe
But I got that yellow brick road inside my ear lobes
Playing ice hockey, feeling like Gretzky
Los Angeles King, and I'm who my city gon' cheer for
n*ggas throwing subliminals, act like I don't hear those
I could give you 600 bars, but y'all know that y'all fear those
And plus I'm too attached to my lifestyle
f*ck them Air 1's, I'm too attached to these spikes now
Louboutins, hard as croutons
They comfortable like futons, they suede, grey poupon
They yellow like Luke on the Lakers, he was traded
But they should have moved that n*gga marrying Gloria Govan
Damn, was that too strong, these n*ggas getting pooped on
While I get my Duke on, and crossover like Duhon
You lukewarm, I'm too hot, you're too cold, I'm 2Pac
You're too old for Hip Hop, stop, recognize...
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
It's the red bottom boss, came to buy the bar
Every bi-week, sh*t, I'm bound to buy a car
Murder-cedes Benz or that bubble double R
Headlights flicking, looking like a falling star
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