Boss Ass Bitch (Remix)

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 ****

They be grown men, but I Little Boy these ****

Want the cookie, so I gotta Chips Ahoy these ****

But I never iPhone, Android, these ****

Use rubbers with 'em, I don't ever raw these ****

More money than 'em, I'ma son all these ****

I ain't shoppin', but it's like I gotta store these ****

Put 'em on time out and never call these ****

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, ****

But I can't give this pussy to a pussy ****

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, ****? Custom done?!

What the fuck, I ain't smokin' hot? Bust me down?!

You the same clown **** that was runnin' me down?!

Now you all up in the sauce, cause you wanna be down?!

I said, "Rule number 1 to be a boss ass bitch"

Never let a clown **** try to play you

If he play you, then rule number 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

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, if-if-if-if-if-if-if-if

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 their T's and dot their 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'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

I 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 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!

I'm a bo- I'm a boss

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