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[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!

[Outro]
I'm a bo-I'm a boss
Ask Lil Wayne who the 5 star bitch is
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