Lyrics

Boss lady and it taste like apple Real strict wit' it, I ain't givin' out no samples Bitch, I'm the truth and that's facts like Snapple Niggas talk a lot but it sound like cap though These bitches say they rap, they don't really rap though I kill it when I'm done up, and I kill it when I'm natural I be chillin' butt naked in the castle And bitch, I'm 'bout to blow like a birthday candle Boss bae, all day And it's fuck what a hater gotta say Boss bae, all day Pretty brown lil' bitch from LA (Ooh) Cinnamon Toast Crunch in the mornin' Call up my favorite boss nigga when I'm horny And he can't get none of it if he corny 'Cause that's the type of shit that have a bitch on Maury I don't spare none of these niggas, tell 'em how it is I prepare all of these niggas, tell 'em we just friends Then I send these niggas packin' like they doin' bids Hurt yo' feelings in the mix and that's just what it is Boss bae, all day And it's fuck what a hater gotta say Boss bae, all day Pretty brown lil' bitch from LA (Ooh) And it's fuck what a hater gotta say (ooh) Pretty brown lil' bitch from LA (ooh)
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Roney James Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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