Boss Ass b*tch (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: K'Duce]
I'm a boss ass b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch
I'm a boss ass b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch
I'm a boss ass b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch
I'm a boss ass b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch
I'm a boss ass—

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, I employ these n*ggas
They be grown men, but I Little Boy these n*ggas
Want the cookie, so I gotta Chips Ahoy these n*ggas
But I never iPhone, Android these n*ggas
Use rubbers with 'em, I 'on't ever raw these n*ggas
More money than 'em, I'ma son all these n*ggas
I ain't shoppin' but it's like I gotta store these n*ggas
Put 'em on time-out and never call these n*ggas
P-p-p-pus*y like girls, damn, is my pus*y gay?
It's a holiday, Play-With-My-pus*y Day
pus*y this, pus*y that, pus*y taken
pus*y ride di*k like she a Jamaican
pus*y stay warm, pus*y on vacation
You loose b*tches need a pus*y renovation
Y-y-you could eat it with a pus*y reservation
P-p-pus*y 'bout to get a standin' ovation
Clap, clap, clap for this pus*y, n*gga
But I can't give this pus*y to a pus*y n*gga
Aw, man, slow down
I'ma get you something that you could hold down
But I can't give you head, I'm too ill for that
I'ma make a movie still, Kill Bill for that
'Cause what the f*ck, this ain't Chanel, n*gga, custom down?
What the f*ck, I ain't smokin' hot, bust me down?
You the same clown n*gga that was runnin' me down?
Now you all up in the sauce 'cause you wanna be down?
I said, rule number one to be a boss ass b*tch
Never let a clown n*gga try to play you
If he play you, then rule number two
f*ck his best friends then make 'em yes-men
And get a di*k 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 pus*y taste
And that's rule three, I'm the school tea'
My wrist look like I am a jewel thief
But that's just 'cause I am a boss b*tch
Now macaroni cheese and grill my swordfish
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch
I'm a boss ass b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch
I'm a boss ass b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
I-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-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 f*ck '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 b*tches, cross they "t"s and dot they "i"s
I-I-I-I-I-I-I came back, b*tches' 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-I-I'ma give b*tches time to get hot
Chill out at the game, New York Knickerbock'
If they actually got bars, they could rock
But if not, I'ma destroy chicks a lot, oh
But on the real, I'm in album mode
Just dropped this freestyle 'fore these files get old
When I lay low, b*tches be safe and sound
When I come back, they better not make a sound
Hahaha, I hear you
[Bridge: Nicki Minaj]
When I'm back on the prowl
You b*tches better have my money
'Cause I'm coming for you
Ooh, ooh

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Uh, okay, I order rich b*tch sauce
Rich b*tch cold, got a rich b*tch cough
Which b*tch want it? I'll go rich b*tch off
'Cause you know my style gettin' bit, ripped off
When I'm at the restaurant, rich b*tch sauce
Rich b*tch cold, I got a rich b*tch cough
Which b*tch want it? I'll go rich b*tch off
And you know my style gettin' bit, ripped off
Off, off, off, off, off, off, off
I'm a b—, I'm a boss

[Outro: Nicki Minaj]
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