Lyrics Boss a** B*tch - Ptaf
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
But
I
never
iPhone,
Android
these
niggas
Use
rubbers
with
'em,
I
don't
never
raw
these
niggas
More
money
than
'em,
I'm-a
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
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,
nigga
But
I
can't
give
this
pussy
to
a
pussy
nigga
Aw,
man,
slow
down
I'm-a
get
you
something
that
you
could
hold
down
But
I
can't
give
you
head,
I'm
too
ill
for
that
I'm-a
make
a
movie
still,
kill
Bill
for
that
Cause
what
the
fuck?!
This
ain't
Chanel,
nigga,
custom
done?!
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
#1
to
be
a
boss-ass
bitch:
Never
let
a
clown
nigga
try
to
play
you
If
he
play
you,
then
rule
#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
That
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,
bitch
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
Everytime
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
came
back,
bitches'
flow
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'm-a
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'm-a
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
comin'
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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Lil
Wayne
who
the
five-star
bitch
is
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Lil
Wayne
who
the
five-star
bitch
is
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Lil
Wayne,
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Wayne
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Lil
Wayne
who
the
five-star
bitch
is
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who
the
five-star
bitch
is
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Young
Money
who
the
five-star
bitch
is
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the
five-star
bitch
is,
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the
five-star
bitch
is
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who
the
five-star
bitch
is
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Lil
Wayne,
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Lil
Wayne
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Lil
Wayne
who
the
five-star
bitch
is
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