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Lyrics: [mac and mia x talking] So a check this, would you die for me? Kinda question is that? Just asking a question, would you die for me? Yeah nigga [mac] Aight I got a boss bi*** and that's why I talk sh** She walk with switch And she might smack you if you call her a bi*** She like them real niggas and hate fakes, and recognize snakes And I hit that p**** till it aches And when she nutting she shakes When niggas shot at me she bust back She carry gatts, her arm tatted big mac A boss bi*** she with that A paper chaser got her job, got her own ride and own place And she hate when them ho's be looking in my face It's cool to f*** and she love Grabbing on it in public And quick to tell you You ain't sh** if you was quick when you nutted Street educated Keep her mouth shut when interrogated She ain't a snitch bi*** that'll get you incarcerated Ghetto fabolous drinched in her finest gear Ice around fingers, around her wrist, around her neck, around her ear And when we sex it's something viscous That's why I love you more than them other bi***es Ya heard me Chorus: That's my boss bi***, a boss bi*** Who you love daddy A boss bi***, a boss bi*** What them niggas need A boss bi***, a boss bi*** And what I'm i A boss bi***, a boss bi*** [mia x] Yeah, All the time I keep my mind on money and all business that applies to me But I gotta to have a boos hog nigga besides me He confides in me cause he knows I ain't bout seeing him stress I showed and proved that I can hold water on these 40d breasts We been through so many warzones But we made it back home Singing that we won, we won We shoot'em down, some gripping on chrome I got him gone with bomb line between my thighs I'ma rider, so I rides and we cruises all night We hit the light baby boy it's just you and me I don't care about your records or your lengthy wrap sheets I want your babies to ride with mama in the merceedes Them ho's is crazy trying to sweat you when they know I'm your lady Suck my .380 O r run on up and get that ass wiped f*** the down low sh** Cause he ain't going nowhere bi*** This here is thick So it won't be infultrated Or playa hated Cause that's the way this boss bi*** made it Mama mia More songs from this artist Comments for this song |
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