boss ass bitch
• Written by tyniah
Never thought bout it
Fuck it, they shrink to fit
Wit my kin that i came in wit
Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit
See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit
Me and you just need to talk a bit
Your best sentence was doing your bid
If i call your hotline and pay 29.99 shit
Uh, yea yea, turn me up a lil bit
Or you can do better on some hate shit
So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit
Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit
I put a heart on my heart, i don't be feeling shit
And these artists don't need me they already rich
And knock billiards out of your business, ya bitch
Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit
New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit
My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit
I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit
Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit
Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit
Here's my heart you can hold it, i won't need it on this road trip
Getting money, duckin' haters, nigga i ain't loafin' bitch
Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich
But i'mma cut through the line to get outta this bitch
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tyniah
Member since December 7 2014