Correction Paroles BOSS BITCH (Remix) par mol$

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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***as got a bedtime, what the f**k?

I'm a bad-a** b*t*h, pa** my bestie the stick
'Cause I pull up with just my fist while they got choppers equipped
I got some bada** b*t*hes who gon' f**k with my sh*t
While you stay nameless at the functions, they don't know who you is
B*t*h 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*t*h give me a message to relay (Grah)
She don't need you babe, all this f**kin' money make me cray
'Cause I'm that b*t*h with the big bag, I pull up on your b*t*h a**
I get my purple wig and then I head into the kick bag
F**k that b*t*h, sh*t, f**kin' 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, he visit my mentions, uh, uh
Me and mol$ too cold, we don't f**k with you hoes
And you a broke a** ho and I got money to blow, uh

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
Uh, b*t*h don't f**k with me now
Know I came up from nothin', watch your son, ain't f**kin' 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 pussies talking out their a**, these b*t*hes 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**k that they can't get in my way
I keep a strap if anyone just wanna come and rob my fade
Pu**y boy, talking reckless, till he's lying in the grave
Ask your girl for her favorite artist, she might say my name
They call me Heisenberg 'cause I be cookin' every f**kin' day

That's why you know, that you don't let a weapon spray
'Cause I'll f**k your girl in your own house
That's the reason why your door was open when you came home yesterday

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