Gobstice (Original Mix)

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...

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'm-a son all these niggas
I ain't shoppin' 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 taken
Pussy ride dick like she a Jamaican
Pussy stay warm, pussy on vacation
You loose bitches need a pussy renovation
You could eat it with a pussy reservation
Pussy 'bout to get a standin' ovation
Clap, clap-clap for this pussy, nigga
But I can't give this pussy to a pussy nigga
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, 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 #1 to be a boss-ass bitch:
Never let a clown nigga try to play you
If he play you, then rule #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 taste
And that's rule 3: I'm the school T
My wrist look like I am a jewel thief
But that's just cause I am a boss bitch
That 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
Everytime I fuck '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 bitches cross their T's and dot their I
I came back, bitches' 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 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'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, 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 comin' for you
Ooh, ooh...

Uh, okay
I order rich bitch sauce
Rich bitch cold: got a rich bitch cough
Which bitch want it? I 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
Off! Off! Off! Off! Off! Off! Off!

I'm a bo-I'm a boss
Ask Lil Wayne who the five-star bitch is
Ask Lil Wayne who the five-star bitch is
Ask Lil Wayne, ask Lil Wayne
Ask Lil Wayne who the five-star bitch is
Ask Birdman who the five-star bitch is
Ask Young Money who the five-star bitch is
Who the five-star bitch is, who the five-star bitch is
Ask Birdman who the five-star bitch is
Ask Lil Wayne, ask Lil Wayne
Ask Lil Wayne who the five-star bitch is