[Hook] 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...
[Verse 1] 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 niggas Use rubbers with 'em, I don't never raw these niggas More money than 'em, I'mma son all these niggas I 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 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 down I'mma get you something that you could hold down But I can't give you head, I'm too ill for that I'mma make a movie still, Kill Bill for that 'Cus what the fuck?! This ain't Chanel, nigga, custom done?! What the fuck, I ain't smokin' hot?! Buss me down?! You the same clown nigga that was runnin' me down?! Now you all up in the sauce cause you wanna be down I said, rule #1: to be a boss ass bitch Never let a clown nigga try to play you If 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 T My wrist look like I am a jewel thief But that's just cause I am a boss bitch That maccaroni cheese and grill my swordfish
[Hook 2] 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
[Verse 2] If he catch my drift he could catch my jizz I be out in Cali runnin' all my businesses I be out in Cali watchin' back my Christmas vids Everytime I fuck 'em, yes, I tell 'im 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 Ts and dot their I I came back, bitches' flow still boring I 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 foreign I'mma give bitches time to get hot Chill out at the game, New York, knickerbock If they actually got bars, they could rock But if not, I'mma destroy chicks a lot Oh, but on the real, I'm in album mode 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
[Interlude] I hear you When I'm back on the prowl You bitches better have my money Cause I'm comin' for you Ooh, ooh...
[Verse 3] Uh, okay I 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-off Off! Off! Off! Off! Off! Off! Off!
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