Correction Paroles Boss Girl / All Black [Yun Remix] [Bonus] par Yun Head

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Put a rocket to your throat and make you motherf**kin' drop, b*t*h
Pull up to your pad and wet it up, like a mop, b*t*h
All my shooters ninjas, take you out with some chopsticks
Think I'm capping, catch you lacking, dummy, I'm a boss b*t*h
I'm a boss b*t*h, baby, I'm a boss b*t*h
Pull up to your pad and wet it up, like a mop, baby
I'm a boss b*t*h, baby, I'm a boss b*t*h
All my shooters ninjas, take you out with some chopsticks

All my homies pullin' up, it's a moshpit
Chillin' at my house, we bumpin' Die lit and The Scotts, b*t*h
People all look up to me, like "MOL$, you so hot, sh*t"
Homie, you is not my homie if you gonna talk sh*t
If you talk sh*t, come and meet this drop, b*t*h
People ask me when they see me winnin' what it costed?
It ain't cost sh*t, I just make hits
I just gave 'em everything they wanted
They want MOL$ and now they got it
Now wait, I'll f**k it up
I came up from the ground and now I run it up
And if you see me on the come up
Don't start talking to me like we was some buds
Homie we the best
And all you lame ass b*t*hes gonna bite the dust
And like a lighter, I'm steady lighting up
My music lit and all your music dumb as f**k

Put a rocket to your throat and make you motherf**kin' drop, b*t*h
Pull up to your pad and wet it up, like a mop, b*t*h
All my shooters ninjas, take you out with some chopsticks
Think I'm capping, catch you lacking, dummy, I'm a boss b*t*h
I'm a boss b*t*h, baby, I'm a boss b*t*h
Pull up to your pad and wet it up, like a mop, b*t*h
I'm a boss b*t*h, baby, I'm a boss b*t*h
All my shooters ninjas, take you out with some chopsticks

Wait, I'll f**k it up
I came up from the ground and now I run it up
And if you see me on the come up
Don't start talking to me like we was some buds
Homie we the best
And all you lame ass b*t*hes gonna bite the dust
And like a lighter, I'm steady lighting up
My music lit and all your music dumb as f**k

b*t*h I pull up rockin' all black, motherf**ker that's me
He must be stupid, think he a certified G
And I'm off that, why they all on my D?
Ain't got no drip, but he want to talk about steez
Rockin' all black, motherf**ker that's me
He must be stupid, think he a certified G
And I'm off that, why they all on my D?
They got no drip, but he want to talk about steez (ay)

I hit her up, ain't no 2Pac but I'm hittin' the phone
These b*t*hes buck, find it funny they all think that they grown
My homies up, and everything we do, just lettin' 'em know
It ain't enough, ain't go stop until I'm stackin' the dough
Hop in that mother f**ker, ain't nothin' undercover
And she gon' pass me the pu**y, sh*t taste like Nutter Butters
And you ain't my f**kin' brother, I rarely f**k with others
Cause you gon' see me in black until I am six feet under, b*t*h

I'm a mad man, you can barely count my bands
You a track fan, how you watch me run sh*t, damn
Need a lap dance, and she do it wit' no hands
Where the stacks man, ain't none on you or your mans
Holy sh*t, keep on talkin' b*t*h it's makin' me limp
He keep on rappin' in my face, somebody pass 'em a mint
These b*t*hes cappin', say they ain't hit him up in a min
I'm wearin' black, and you can't see me cuz' my windows is tint

Then I pull up rockin' all black, motherf**ker that's me
He must be stupid, think he a certified G
And I'm off that, why they all on my D?
Ain't got no drip, but he want to talk about steez
Rockin' all black, motherf**ker that's me
He must be stupid, think he a certified G
And I'm off that, why they all on my D?
They got no drip, but he want to talk about steez (ay!)
b*t*h I pull up rockin' all black, motherf**ker that's me
He must be stupid, think he a certified G
And I'm off that, why they all on my D?
Ain't got no drip, but he want to talk about steez
Rockin' all black, motherf**ker that's me
He must be stupid, think he a certified G
And I'm off that, why they all on my D?
They got no drip, but he want to talk about steez (ay)

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