(feat. Mia X)
[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 bitch and that's why I talk shit
She walk with switch
And she might smack you if you call her a bitch
She like them real niggas and hate fakes, and recognize snakes
And i hit that pussy 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 bitch 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*ck and she love
Grabbing on it in public
And quick to tell you
you ain't shit if you was quick when you nutted
Street educated
Keep her mouth shut when interrogated
She ain't a snitch bitch 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 bitches
ya heard me
[Chorus:]
That's my boss bitch, a boss bitch
Who you love daddy
A boss bitch, A boss bitch
What them niggas need
A boss bitch, A boss bitch
And what I'm I
A boss Bitch, A boss bitch
[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*ck the down low shit
Cause he ain't going nowhere bitch
This here is thick
So it won't be infultrated
Or playa hated
Cause that's the way this boss bitch made it
Mama Mia
Mac - Boss Chick Lyrics
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(feat. Mia X)
[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 bitch and that's why I talk shit
She walk with switch
And she might smack you if you call her a bitch
She like them real niggas and hate fakes, and recognize snakes
And i hit that pussy 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 bitch 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*ck and she love
Grabbing on it in public
And quick to tell you
you ain't shit if you was quick when you nutted
Street educated
Keep her mouth shut when interrogated
She ain't a snitch bitch 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 bitches
ya heard me
[Chorus:]
That's my boss bitch, a boss bitch
Who you love daddy
A boss bitch, A boss bitch
What them niggas need
A boss bitch, A boss bitch
And what I'm I
A boss Bitch, A boss bitch
[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*ck the down low shit
Cause he ain't going nowhere bitch
This here is thick
So it won't be infultrated
Or playa hated
Cause that's the way this boss bitch made it
Mama Mia
[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 bitch and that's why I talk shit
She walk with switch
And she might smack you if you call her a bitch
She like them real niggas and hate fakes, and recognize snakes
And i hit that pussy 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 bitch 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*ck and she love
Grabbing on it in public
And quick to tell you
you ain't shit if you was quick when you nutted
Street educated
Keep her mouth shut when interrogated
She ain't a snitch bitch 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 bitches
ya heard me
[Chorus:]
That's my boss bitch, a boss bitch
Who you love daddy
A boss bitch, A boss bitch
What them niggas need
A boss bitch, A boss bitch
And what I'm I
A boss Bitch, A boss bitch
[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*ck the down low shit
Cause he ain't going nowhere bitch
This here is thick
So it won't be infultrated
Or playa hated
Cause that's the way this boss bitch made it
Mama Mia