CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Boss Ass Bitch (Remix)
I'm a boss a** b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h
I'm a boss a** b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h
I'm a boss a** b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h
I'm a boss a** b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h
I'm a boss a**—
Yo, I employ these n***as
They be grown men, but I Little Boy these n***as
Want the cookie, so I gotta Chips Ahoy these n***as
But I never iPhone, Android these n***as
Use rubbers with 'em, I 'on't ever raw these n***as
More money than 'em, I'ma son all these n***as
I ain't shoppin' but it's like I gotta store these n***as
Put 'em on time-out and never call these n***as
P-p-p-pu**y like girls, damn, is my pu**y gay?
It's a holiday, Play-With-My-Pu**y Day
Pu**y this, pu**y that, pu**y taken
Pu**y ride d**k like she a Jamaican
Pu**y stay warm, pu**y on vacation
You loose b*t*hes need a pu**y renovation
Y-y-you could eat it with a pu**y reservation
P-p-pu**y 'bout to get a standin' ovation
Clap, clap, clap for this pu**y, n***a
But I can't give this pu**y to a pu**y n***a
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 f**k, this ain't Chanel, n***a, custom down?
What the f**k, I ain't smokin' hot, bust me down?
You the same clown n***a 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 a** b*t*h
Never let a clown n***a try to play you
If he play you, then rule number two
F**k his best friends then make 'em yes-men
And get a d**k 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 pu**y taste
And that's rule three, I'm the school tea'
My wrist look like I am a jewel thief
But that's just 'cause I am a boss b*t*h
Now macaroni cheese and grill my swordfish
B*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h
I'm a boss a** b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h
I'm a boss a** b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h
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 f**k '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 b*t*hes, cross they "t"s and dot they "i"s
I-I-I-I-I-I-I came back, b*t*hes' 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 b*t*hes 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, b*t*hes be safe and sound
When I come back, they better not make a sound
Hahaha, I hear you
When I'm back on the prowl
You b*t*hes better have my money
'Cause I'm coming for you
Ooh, ooh
Uh, okay, I order rich b*t*h sauce
Rich b*t*h cold, got a rich b*t*h cough
Which b*t*h want it? I'll go rich b*t*h off
'Cause you know my style gettin' bit, ripped off
When I'm at the restaurant, rich b*t*h sauce
Rich b*t*h cold, I got a rich b*t*h cough
Which b*t*h want it? I'll go rich b*t*h 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 b*t*h is
Ask Lil Wayne who the five-star b*t*h is
Ask Lil Wayne, ask Lil Wayne
Ask Lil Wayne who the five-star b*t*h is
Ask Birdman who the five-star b*t*h is
Ask Young Money who the five-star b*t*h is
Who the five-star b*t*h is, who the five-star b*t*h is
Ask Birdman who the five-star b*t*h is
Ask Lil Wayne, ask Lil Wayne
Ask Lil Wayne who the five-star b*t*h is
I'm a boss a** b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h
I'm a boss a** b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h
I'm a boss a** b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h
I'm a boss a**—
Yo, I employ these n***as
They be grown men, but I Little Boy these n***as
Want the cookie, so I gotta Chips Ahoy these n***as
But I never iPhone, Android these n***as
Use rubbers with 'em, I 'on't ever raw these n***as
More money than 'em, I'ma son all these n***as
I ain't shoppin' but it's like I gotta store these n***as
Put 'em on time-out and never call these n***as
P-p-p-pu**y like girls, damn, is my pu**y gay?
It's a holiday, Play-With-My-Pu**y Day
Pu**y this, pu**y that, pu**y taken
Pu**y ride d**k like she a Jamaican
Pu**y stay warm, pu**y on vacation
You loose b*t*hes need a pu**y renovation
Y-y-you could eat it with a pu**y reservation
P-p-pu**y 'bout to get a standin' ovation
Clap, clap, clap for this pu**y, n***a
But I can't give this pu**y to a pu**y n***a
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 f**k, this ain't Chanel, n***a, custom down?
What the f**k, I ain't smokin' hot, bust me down?
You the same clown n***a 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 a** b*t*h
Never let a clown n***a try to play you
If he play you, then rule number two
F**k his best friends then make 'em yes-men
And get a d**k 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 pu**y taste
And that's rule three, I'm the school tea'
My wrist look like I am a jewel thief
But that's just 'cause I am a boss b*t*h
Now macaroni cheese and grill my swordfish
B*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h
I'm a boss a** b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h
I'm a boss a** b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h
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 f**k '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 b*t*hes, cross they "t"s and dot they "i"s
I-I-I-I-I-I-I came back, b*t*hes' 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 b*t*hes 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, b*t*hes be safe and sound
When I come back, they better not make a sound
Hahaha, I hear you
When I'm back on the prowl
You b*t*hes better have my money
'Cause I'm coming for you
Ooh, ooh
Uh, okay, I order rich b*t*h sauce
Rich b*t*h cold, got a rich b*t*h cough
Which b*t*h want it? I'll go rich b*t*h off
'Cause you know my style gettin' bit, ripped off
When I'm at the restaurant, rich b*t*h sauce
Rich b*t*h cold, I got a rich b*t*h cough
Which b*t*h want it? I'll go rich b*t*h 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 b*t*h is
Ask Lil Wayne who the five-star b*t*h is
Ask Lil Wayne, ask Lil Wayne
Ask Lil Wayne who the five-star b*t*h is
Ask Birdman who the five-star b*t*h is
Ask Young Money who the five-star b*t*h is
Who the five-star b*t*h is, who the five-star b*t*h is
Ask Birdman who the five-star b*t*h is
Ask Lil Wayne, ask Lil Wayne
Ask Lil Wayne who the five-star b*t*h is
