Bo$$Y
They call me bossy u she saucy
Bitch got boundaries don't cross me
You don't gotta love me
You don't gotta like me
Fucker I ain't your wifey
Can't funk me don't fuck with me
When I say no fucker don't touch me
Fucker sit down you need to listen
Shut the fuck up cuz you make me stressin'
Your disrespect made me guessin'
Didn't yo mama ever thought you a lesson
Didn't any bitch ever gave you her blessing
Fucker fucker fucker you oppressive
Motherfucker you are oppressive
llamame madre chico sientate
llamame madre chico sientate
I got love for my sisters
You can work for me mister you gon' miss that, you gon' miss that
I got love for my sisters
You can twerk for me mister you gon' miss that you gon' miss that
If they test me imma problem
If they stress me imma harm them
If they don't treat us imma fine them
They respect us I applaud them
They call me bossy,u she saucy
They call me bossy my koochie saucy
They call me bossy u she saucy
They call me bossy my soul is glossy
Man they must be,
Looking nothing like that motherfucker Bill Cosby
Go rot in jail if you do shit like Harvey
I give someone a rope you may end up
Like Jeffrey, like Jeffrey
I got love for my sisters
You can work for me mister you gon' miss that, you gon' miss that
I got love for my sisters
You can twerk for me mister you gon' miss that you gon' miss that
I got love for my sisters
You can work for me mister you gon' miss that, you gon' miss that
I got love for my sisters
You can twerk for me mister you gon' miss that you gon' miss that
Bitch got boundaries don't cross me
You don't gotta love me
You don't gotta like me
Fucker I ain't your wifey
Can't funk me don't fuck with me
When I say no fucker don't touch me
Fucker sit down you need to listen
Shut the fuck up cuz you make me stressin'
Your disrespect made me guessin'
Didn't yo mama ever thought you a lesson
Didn't any bitch ever gave you her blessing
Fucker fucker fucker you oppressive
Motherfucker you are oppressive
llamame madre chico sientate
llamame madre chico sientate
I got love for my sisters
You can work for me mister you gon' miss that, you gon' miss that
I got love for my sisters
You can twerk for me mister you gon' miss that you gon' miss that
If they test me imma problem
If they stress me imma harm them
If they don't treat us imma fine them
They respect us I applaud them
They call me bossy,u she saucy
They call me bossy my koochie saucy
They call me bossy u she saucy
They call me bossy my soul is glossy
Man they must be,
Looking nothing like that motherfucker Bill Cosby
Go rot in jail if you do shit like Harvey
I give someone a rope you may end up
Like Jeffrey, like Jeffrey
I got love for my sisters
You can work for me mister you gon' miss that, you gon' miss that
I got love for my sisters
You can twerk for me mister you gon' miss that you gon' miss that
I got love for my sisters
You can work for me mister you gon' miss that, you gon' miss that
I got love for my sisters
You can twerk for me mister you gon' miss that you gon' miss that
Credits
Writer(s): Petra Pelemis
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