BOSS b#tch (Remix) Lyrics – MOL$
Singer: MOL$
Title: BOSS b#tch (Remix)
It’s 2:26!
Hold on, you tryna
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Hold it on!
Stop the stream
It’s 2:26 AM in Cali right now, dogs
This n#gg#s got a bedtime
What the f#ck?
Put a rocket to your throat and make you motherf#ckin’ drop, b#tch
Pull up to your pad and wet it up, like a mop, b#tch
All my shooters ninjas, take you out with some chopsticks
Think I’m capping, catch you lacking, dummy, I’m a boss b#tch
I’m a boss b#tch, baby, I’m a boss b#tch
Pull up to your pad and wet it up, like a mop, b#tch
I’m a boss b#tch, baby, I’m a boss b#tch
All my shooters ninjas, take you out with some chopsticks (Yeah, ooh, yeah, yeah)
I’m a badass b#tch, pass my bestie the stick
‘Cause I pull up with just my fist while they got choppas eqipped
I got some badass b#tches who gon’ f#ck with my sh#t
While you stay nameless at the functions, they don’t know who you is
b#tch send ’em back, I keep it a stack
Next time I see you we’ll be wearing black
I cannot relax, I’ve been in your bag
Today, you just in my way, your b#tch give me a message to relay
She don’t need you babe, all this f#ckin’ money make me cray
‘Cause I’m that b#tch with the big bag, I pull up on your b#tch #ss
I get my paper [?] and then I head into the kick bag
f#ck that b#tch, sh#t, f#ckin’ image
I don’t play round with these women, brush my extensions
I shut him up before he even finishin’ his sentence
I don’t even check up on him, heat vis in my mentions, uh, uh
And you a broke #ss hoe and I got money to blow, uh
Put a rocket to your throat and make you motherf#ckin’ drop, b#tch
Pull up to your pad and wet it up, like a mop, b#tch
All my shooters ninjas, take you out with some chopsticks
Think I’m capping, catch you lacking, dummy, I’m a boss b#tch
I’m a boss b#tch, baby, I’m a boss b#tch
Pull up to your pad and wet it up, like a mop, b#tch
I’m a boss b#tch, baby, I’m a boss b#tch
All my shooters ninjas, take you out with some chopsticks
Uh, b#tch don’t f#ck with me now
Know I came up from nothin’, watch your son, ain’t f#ckin’ around
I grab the gat and pull it back and watch your head hit the ground
You think you funny but you don’t say sh#t when no one around
These p#ssies talking out their #ss, these b#tches don’t wanna play
They gonna walk all on my name and then pull back in one day
They keep my name inside they mouth and in their head’s where I stay
So when I’m up, they mad as f#ck that they can’t get in my way
I keep a strap if anyone just wanna come and rob my fade
p#ss# boy, talking reckless, till he’s lying in the grave
Ask your girl for a favor, I know she might say my name
They call me Heisenberg ’cause I be cookin’ every f#ckin’ day
That’s why you know, that you don’t let a weapon spray
‘Cause I’ll f#ck your girl in your own house
That’s the reason why your door was open when you came home yesterday
Put a rocket to your throat and make you motherf#ckin’ drop, b#tch
Pull up to your pad and wet it up, like a mop, b#tch
All my shooters ninjas, take you out with some chopsticks
Think I’m capping, catch you lacking, dummy, I’m a boss b#tch
I’m a boss b#tch, baby, I’m a boss b#tch
Pull up to your pad and wet it up, like a mop, b#tch
I’m a boss b#tch, baby, I’m a boss b#tch
All my shooters ninjas, take you out with some chopsticks
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