Boss Ass Bitch Lyrics & Tabs by Ptaf
Boss Ass Bitch
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I'm a boss-ass bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
I'm a boss-ass bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
I'm a boss-ass bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
I'm a boss-ass bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
I'm a boss-ass...
Yo, I employ these niggas
They be grown men but I little boy these niggas
Want the cookie so I gotta Chips Ahoy! these niggas
But I never iPhone, Android these niggasUse rubbers with 'em, I don't never raw these niggas
More money than 'em, I'm-a son all these niggasI ain't shoppin' but it's like I gotta store these niggas
Put 'em on time out and never call these niggas
Pussy like girls; damn, is my pussy gay?
It's a holiday: Play With My Pussy Day
Pussy this, pussy that, pussy taken
Pussy ride dick like she a Jamaican
It's a holiday: Play With My Pussy Day
Pussy this, pussy that, pussy taken
Pussy ride dick like she a Jamaican
Pussy stay warm, pussy on vacation
You loose bitches need a pussy renovation
You could eat it with a pussy reservation
Pussy 'bout to get a standin' ovation
Clap, clap-clap for this pussy, nigga
But I can't give this pussy to a pussy nigga
Aw, man, slow downI'm-a get you something that you could hold down
But I can't give you head, I'm too ill for that
I'm-a make a movie still, kill Bill for that
Cause what the fuck?!
This ain't Chanel, nigga, custom done?! What the fuck, I ain't smokin' hot?!
Bust me down?! You the same clown nigga that was runnin' me down?! Now you all up in the sauce cause you wanna be downI said, rule #1 to be a boss-ass bitch: Never let a clown nigga try to play youIf he play you, then rule
#2: Fuck his best friends then make 'em yes men
And get a dick pic, and then you press send
And send a red heart, and send a kissy face
And tell him that his friends love how your pussy taste
And that's rule 3: I'm the school TMy wrist look like I am a jewel thief
But that's just cause I am a boss bitch
That macaroni cheese and grill my swordfish
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitchI'm a boss-ass bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitchI'm a boss-ass bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
If he catch my drift he could catch my jizzI be out in Cali runnin' all my businessesI be out in Cali watchin' back my Christmas vids
Everytime I fuck 'em, yes, I tell him this is his
Looked down at it, and I said, "This is big!"Man, my game so cold I said, "This is rigged"
Best flow in the game, this is not a lie
Tell 'em bitches cross their T's and dot their II came back, bitches' flow still boringI said, "Damn, man, go back to whoring"
You know I still lead the league in scoring
You know I'm still bad and I'm still foreignI'm-a give bitches time to get hot
Chill out at the game, New York, knicker book
If they actually got bars, they could rock
But if not, I'm-a destroy chicks a lot
Oh, but on the real, I'm in album modeI just dropped this freestyle 'fore these files get old
When I lay low, bitches be safe and sound
When I come back they better not make a sound
I hear you
When I'm back on the prowlYou bitches better have my money
Cause I'm comin' for you
Ooh, ooh...
Uh, okayI order rich bitch sauce
Rich bitch cold: got a rich bitch cough
Which bitch want it? I go rich bitch off
Cause you know my style gettin' bit, ripped-off
When I'm at the restaurant: rich bitch sauce
Rich bitch cold, I got a rich bitch cough
Which bitch want it? I go rich bitch off
And you know my style gettin' bit, ripped-offOff! Off! Off! Off! Off! Off! Off!
I'm a bo-I'm a boss
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