PTAF - Boss Ass b**h (Remix) lyrics

[Hook] I'm a boss-a** b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h I'm a boss-a** b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h I'm a boss-a** b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h I'm a boss-a** b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h I'm a boss-a**... [Verse 1] 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 don't never raw these n***as More money than 'em, I'm-a 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**y like girls; damn, is my p**y gay? It's a holiday: Play-With-My-p**y Day p**y this, p**y that, p**y taken p**y ride dick like she a Jamaican p**y stay warm, p**y on vacation You loose b**hes need a p**y renovation You could eat it with a p**y reservation p**y 'bout to get a standin' ovation Clap, clap-clap for this p**y, n***a But I can't give this p**y to a p**y n***a 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, k** Bill for that Cause what the f**?! This ain't Chanel, n***a, custom down?! What the f**, 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 #1 to be a boss-a** b**h: Never let a clown n***a try to play you If he play you, then rule #2: f** 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 p**y taste And that's rule 3: I'm the school T My wrist look like I am a j**el thief But that's just cause I am a boss b**h Now macaroni cheese and grill my swordfish [Hook 2] b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h I'm a boss-a** b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h I'm a boss-a** b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h [Verse 2] 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 f** '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**hes cross their T's and dot their I I came back, b**hes' 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 b**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'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, b**hes be safe and sound When I come back they better not make a sound [Interlude] I hear you... When I'm back on the prowl You b**hes better have my money Cause I'm comin' for you Ooh, ooh... [Bridge] Uh, okay, I order rich b**h sauce Rich b**h cold, got a rich b**h cough Which b**h want it? I go rich b**h off Cause you know my style gettin' bit, ripped-off When I'm at the restaurant: rich b**h sauce Rich b**h cold, I got a rich b**h cough Which b**h want it? I go rich b**h 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 [Outro] Ask Lil Wayne who the five-star b**h is (x2) Ask Lil Wayne, ask Lil Wayne Ask Lil Wayne who the five-star b**h is Ask Birdman who the five-star b**h is Ask Young Money who the five-star b**h is Who the five-star b**h is, who the five-star b**h is Ask Birdman who the five-star b**h is Ask Lil Wayne, ask Lil Wayne Ask Lil Wayne who the five-star b**h is