Boss Ass Bitch(Remix)

歌詞

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 ButI never iPhone, Android these niggas Use rubbers with 'em, I 'on't ever raw these niggas More money than 'em, I'ma 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 P-p-p-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 Y-y-you could eat it with a pussy reservation P-p-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'ma get you something that you could hold down But I can't give you head, I'm too ill for that I'ma make a movie still, Kill Bill for that 'Cause what the fuck, this ain't Chanel, nigga, custom down? 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 down? I said, rule number one to be a boss ass bitch Never let a clown nigga try to play you If he play you then, rule number two 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 three, I'm the school T My wrist look like I am a jewel thief But that's just 'cause I am a boss bitch Now macaroni cheese and grill my swordfish 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 I-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-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 Every time 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 they Ts and dot they I I-I-I-I-I-I-I came back, bitches' flows 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-I-I'ma 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'ma 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 I hear you When I'm back on the prowl You bitches better have my money 'Cause I'm coming for you, ooh, ooh Uh, okay, I order rich bitch sauce Rich bitch cold, got a rich bitch cough Which bitch want it? I'll 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'll go rich bitch off And you know my style gettin' bit, ripped off Off, off, off, off, off, off, off I'm a b—, I'm a boss Ask Lil Wayne who the five-star bitch is Ask Lil Wayne who the five-star bitch is Ask Lil Wayne, ask Lil Wayne Ask Lil Wayne who the five-star bitch is Ask Birdman who the five-star bitch is Ask Young Money who the five-star bitch is Who the five-star bitch is, who the five-star bitch is Ask Birdman who the five-star bitch is Ask Lil Wayne, ask Lil Wayne Ask Lil Wayne who the five-star bitch is