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#BossBitchh (feat. Kame Kami)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
mol$
mol$
Performer
Kame Kami
Kame Kami
Performer
Miles Splaver
Miles Splaver
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
mol$
mol$
Songwriter
Kame Kami
Kame Kami
Songwriter
Miles Splaver
Miles Splaver
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
E2DAG
E2DAG
Producer

Texty

Put a rocket to your throat and make you motherfuckin' drop, bitch Pull up to your pad and wet it up, like a mop, bitch All my shooters ninjas, take you out with some chopsticks Think I'm capping, catch you lacking, dummy, I'm a boss bitch I'm a boss bitch, baby, I'm a boss bitch Pull up to your pad and wet it up, like a mop, bitch I'm a boss bitch, baby, I'm a boss bitch All my shooters ninjas, take you out with some chopsticks All my homies pullin' up, it's a moshpit Chillin' at my house, we bumpin' Die lit and The Scotts, bitch People all look up to me, like "MOL$, you so hot, shit" Homie, you is not my homie if you gonna talk shit If you talk shit, come and meet this drop, bitch People ask me when they see me when and what it costed? It ain't cost shit, I just make hits I just gave 'em everything they wanted They want MOL$ and now they got it Now wait, I'll fuck it up I came up from the ground and now I run it up And if you see me on the come up Don't start talking to me like we was some buds Homie we the best And all you lame ass bitches gonna bite the dust And like a lighter, I'm steady lighting up My music lit and all your music dumb as fuck Put a rocket to your throat and make you motherfuckin' drop, bitch Pull up to your pad and wet it up, like a mop, bitch All my shooters ninjas, take you out with some chopsticks Think I'm capping, catch you lacking, dummy, I'm a boss bitch I'm a boss bitch, baby, I'm a boss bitch Pull up to your pad and wet it up, like a mop, bitch I'm a boss bitch, baby, I'm a boss bitch All my shooters ninjas, take you out with some chopsticks You got a biased ass opinion, let me open your mind With the kimber on my hip loaded with 45s My nigga, fuck what you talkin' 'bout bitch, I'm on my grind Who the fuck you think you talkin' to? You must've been blind Bitch, I hop in the stu', feel like Fire Fist Ace Imma pull up on your bitch, she like how my dick taste You don't like what I say, bitch, I'll say it again And if you don't want beef with me, you better phone up a friend Oh my God, you niggas are so lame You mad 'cause I'm the best nigga in the game Like what the fuck I'm gonna do with fame? Cash is the only thing I'll chase Put a rocket to your throat and make you motherfuckin' drop, bitch Pull up to your pad and wet it up, like a mop, bitch All my shooters ninjas, take you out with some chopsticks Think I'm capping, catch you lacking, dummy, I'm a boss bitch I'm a boss bitch, baby, I'm a boss bitch Pull up to your pad and wet it up, like a mop, bitch I'm a boss bitch, baby, I'm a boss bitch All my shooters ninjas, take you out with some chopsticks
Writer(s): Miles Gregor Splaver Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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