PTAF Boss Ass Bitch (Remix)

[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

[Nicki]

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’mma son all these niggas

I ain’t shopping, 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 takin’

Pussy ride dick like she a Jamaican

Pussy stay warm, pussy on vacation

You loose bitches need a pussy renovation

You can eat it with a pussy reservation

Pussy ’bout to get a standing ovation

Clap, clap, clap for this pussy, nigga

But I can’t give this pussy to a pussy nigga

Aw man, slow down

I’mma give you somethin’ that you could hold down

But I can’t give you head, I’m too ill for that

I’mma 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 number 1 to be a boss-ass bitch:

Never let a clown nigga try to play you

If he play you, then rule number 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 tastes

And that’s rule 3, I’m the school T

My wrists look like I am a jewel thief

But that’s just ’cause I am a boss bitch

Now 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

Every time I fuck him, yes I tell him this is his

Looked down at it, and I said, “This is big.”

And my game is so cold, I said, “This is rigged.”

Best flow in the game, this is not a lie

Tell them bitches cross their Ts and dot their I

I came back, bitches flows 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’mma 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’mma destroy chicks a lot

But on the real, I’m in album mode

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 coming for you!

Uh, okay, I order rich bitch sauce

Rich bitch cold, got a rich bitch cough

Which bitch want it? I’ll 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!

I’m a boss, I’m a boss

Ask Lil Wayne who the 5 star bitch is [2x]

Ask Lil Wayne, ask Lil Wayne

Ask Lil Wayne who the 5 star bitch is

Ask Birdman who the 5 star bitch is

Ask Young Money who the 5 star bitch is

Who the 5 star bitch is [2x]

Ask Birdman who the 5 star bitch is

Ask Lil Wayne, ask Lil Wayne

Ask Lil Wayne who the 5 star bitch is