When you look at me bitch you see success
You see a mother-f*cking boss
That's what you see
You don't see no mother-f*cking struggle over here
The only thing I struggle with
Is keeping my shit together
Instead of putting my mother-f*cking hands on folks
That's the only thing you see here
Mwah
I mean I am head boss
NovaGalore
I'm going in
Like when he take that dick out, and put it in me again
Sent him three attachments, and he sent me back his pin
Ain't beefing with a bitch, that look similar to a man (what the f*ck?)
Bitch you look like Phineas Flynn
I don't, understand why these bitches be hating
Probably cause they jobs ain't paying, they can't make what i'm making
No they can't go where i'm going, they might as well stick to hoe-ing
Pussy addictive like his lean, that boy just keep on pouring
I am the definition of a B-o-s-s
Go give that shit back to yo granny, ho that old ass dress
You cannot fit with me lil ho, you can't wear clothes like this
You couldn't peep me baby, even if you was a four-eyed bitch
I am a hustler
I get shit done, you lose, I won
I'm runnin' shit
Make bitches run, make niggas cum
Bitch i'm gone make it on dem billboards
That boy ain't dying, cause this pussy is to kill for (mwah)
And I got a meal for you, boy it's called my pussy
Her pussy hard like chips, my pussy real soft like cookies
Lil bitch I got trust issues, ho I ain't trusting you
Fake bitch, I regret even putting my trust in you
Boy you got dirt all on yo shoes, you ain't making money moves?
Pussy nigga, why would you think i'd be f*cking you?
Dat nigga stuck all on my walls, like some LED lights
Gotta keep my guard up, a mean lil bitch, I cannot be nice
Steppin' in Valentino, bitch you rockin' them dusty Fila's
Ain't stoppin' for no f*ckin body, all I see is green lights
Look like I came out a 'frigerator, my wrist full of freezed-ice
They must be blind, they ain't seeing me just like them three mice
I'm the bitch with the blonde hair
Top tier, in the crib, ain't a opp near, what you got there
I ain't talking peanut butter, but ya songs getting skipped
Thong soaked to the core, when my nigga make it drip
Deep throat, bet that nigga wanna put it in my tonsils
Choking, slow stroking, he got that motion
Anna Barton, cuz I do a-lot of damage
I saw ya new girl, and that bitch hella twamming
They like goddamn nova, you's a gift from God
As long as God blessing me, I don't need shit from y'all
These stalker bitches watching me just like a cinema
Boy you can give me ya number, but i'm not hittin' ya
Because I, got too much going for myself
F*ck you fake hoes, i'd rather go out by myself
Real boss, bitch i'm hitting licks and sliding by myself
I got so much f*cking confidence, because I speak highly bout myself
Got his mindset, I control that nigga and his mindset
Voodoo, I got that shit on me, like its doo-doo
Landscape, you will never get the bigger picture
Call me Big Sean, pussy I ain't f*cking with ya
I'm a god, give 'em a sign
I'm a Kardashian, bitches I rob
He in a trance, we be in France
Under a spell when he look in my eyes
We ain't no similar, it ain't no twin and 'nem
I am not talking two peas in a pod
I swear to God
It be you fat niggas, wanna get on my wave, like a rod
Baby if you ever play wit me and Zai'lyn, you might die
I said might cause I can't guarantee you'll make it out alive
Ridin' in something with peanut butter guts, no you cannot get a ride
I don't argue with these hoes, I just tell them get a life
I got so many M's, think Mc Donald's bout to sue me
Indecisive queen, I don't know which purse i'm choosing
See my big ole booty juking, changed my middle name to Judy
Why are some of y'all rapping, y'all shit booty cheeks, booty
Like, you hoes are embarrassing, that's why I don't be around y'all
Busy gettin' money, hence to why I don't be around y'all
Dog ass bitches, finna call someone to pound y'all
I ain't quitting rapping, 'til my face up in the town hall
I'm i-c-o-n-i-c, you hoes blind I see
I these got left handed bitches trynna right like me
They on they keyboards tapping, trynna type like me
You must be dumb, you can't get these bitches hype like me
And f*ck yo mama and yo dad, bitch I birthed yo ass
Aye nigga hand me my ganja, for I burn yo ass
And if you came up to my car with cardboard sign asking for some spare change?
Bitch i'm skirting past
The f*ck wrong with her ass?
NovaGalore - BOSS/GOD'S GIFT Lyrics
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When you look at me bitch you see success
You see a mother-f*cking boss
That's what you see
You don't see no mother-f*cking struggle over here
The only thing I struggle with
Is keeping my shit together
Instead of putting my mother-f*cking hands on folks
That's the only thing you see here
Mwah
I mean I am head boss
NovaGalore
I'm going in
Like when he take that dick out, and put it in me again
Sent him three attachments, and he sent me back his pin
Ain't beefing with a bitch, that look similar to a man (what the f*ck?)
Bitch you look like Phineas Flynn
I don't, understand why these bitches be hating
Probably cause they jobs ain't paying, they can't make what i'm making
No they can't go where i'm going, they might as well stick to hoe-ing
Pussy addictive like his lean, that boy just keep on pouring
I am the definition of a B-o-s-s
Go give that shit back to yo granny, ho that old ass dress
You cannot fit with me lil ho, you can't wear clothes like this
You couldn't peep me baby, even if you was a four-eyed bitch
I am a hustler
I get shit done, you lose, I won
I'm runnin' shit
Make bitches run, make niggas cum
Bitch i'm gone make it on dem billboards
That boy ain't dying, cause this pussy is to kill for (mwah)
And I got a meal for you, boy it's called my pussy
Her pussy hard like chips, my pussy real soft like cookies
Lil bitch I got trust issues, ho I ain't trusting you
Fake bitch, I regret even putting my trust in you
Boy you got dirt all on yo shoes, you ain't making money moves?
Pussy nigga, why would you think i'd be f*cking you?
Dat nigga stuck all on my walls, like some LED lights
Gotta keep my guard up, a mean lil bitch, I cannot be nice
Steppin' in Valentino, bitch you rockin' them dusty Fila's
Ain't stoppin' for no f*ckin body, all I see is green lights
Look like I came out a 'frigerator, my wrist full of freezed-ice
They must be blind, they ain't seeing me just like them three mice
I'm the bitch with the blonde hair
Top tier, in the crib, ain't a opp near, what you got there
I ain't talking peanut butter, but ya songs getting skipped
Thong soaked to the core, when my nigga make it drip
Deep throat, bet that nigga wanna put it in my tonsils
Choking, slow stroking, he got that motion
Anna Barton, cuz I do a-lot of damage
I saw ya new girl, and that bitch hella twamming
They like goddamn nova, you's a gift from God
As long as God blessing me, I don't need shit from y'all
These stalker bitches watching me just like a cinema
Boy you can give me ya number, but i'm not hittin' ya
Because I, got too much going for myself
F*ck you fake hoes, i'd rather go out by myself
Real boss, bitch i'm hitting licks and sliding by myself
I got so much f*cking confidence, because I speak highly bout myself
Got his mindset, I control that nigga and his mindset
Voodoo, I got that shit on me, like its doo-doo
Landscape, you will never get the bigger picture
Call me Big Sean, pussy I ain't f*cking with ya
I'm a god, give 'em a sign
I'm a Kardashian, bitches I rob
He in a trance, we be in France
Under a spell when he look in my eyes
We ain't no similar, it ain't no twin and 'nem
I am not talking two peas in a pod
I swear to God
It be you fat niggas, wanna get on my wave, like a rod
Baby if you ever play wit me and Zai'lyn, you might die
I said might cause I can't guarantee you'll make it out alive
Ridin' in something with peanut butter guts, no you cannot get a ride
I don't argue with these hoes, I just tell them get a life
I got so many M's, think Mc Donald's bout to sue me
Indecisive queen, I don't know which purse i'm choosing
See my big ole booty juking, changed my middle name to Judy
Why are some of y'all rapping, y'all shit booty cheeks, booty
Like, you hoes are embarrassing, that's why I don't be around y'all
Busy gettin' money, hence to why I don't be around y'all
Dog ass bitches, finna call someone to pound y'all
I ain't quitting rapping, 'til my face up in the town hall
I'm i-c-o-n-i-c, you hoes blind I see
I these got left handed bitches trynna right like me
They on they keyboards tapping, trynna type like me
You must be dumb, you can't get these bitches hype like me
And f*ck yo mama and yo dad, bitch I birthed yo ass
Aye nigga hand me my ganja, for I burn yo ass
And if you came up to my car with cardboard sign asking for some spare change?
Bitch i'm skirting past
The f*ck wrong with her ass?
You see a mother-f*cking boss
That's what you see
You don't see no mother-f*cking struggle over here
The only thing I struggle with
Is keeping my shit together
Instead of putting my mother-f*cking hands on folks
That's the only thing you see here
Mwah
I mean I am head boss
NovaGalore
I'm going in
Like when he take that dick out, and put it in me again
Sent him three attachments, and he sent me back his pin
Ain't beefing with a bitch, that look similar to a man (what the f*ck?)
Bitch you look like Phineas Flynn
I don't, understand why these bitches be hating
Probably cause they jobs ain't paying, they can't make what i'm making
No they can't go where i'm going, they might as well stick to hoe-ing
Pussy addictive like his lean, that boy just keep on pouring
I am the definition of a B-o-s-s
Go give that shit back to yo granny, ho that old ass dress
You cannot fit with me lil ho, you can't wear clothes like this
You couldn't peep me baby, even if you was a four-eyed bitch
I am a hustler
I get shit done, you lose, I won
I'm runnin' shit
Make bitches run, make niggas cum
Bitch i'm gone make it on dem billboards
That boy ain't dying, cause this pussy is to kill for (mwah)
And I got a meal for you, boy it's called my pussy
Her pussy hard like chips, my pussy real soft like cookies
Lil bitch I got trust issues, ho I ain't trusting you
Fake bitch, I regret even putting my trust in you
Boy you got dirt all on yo shoes, you ain't making money moves?
Pussy nigga, why would you think i'd be f*cking you?
Dat nigga stuck all on my walls, like some LED lights
Gotta keep my guard up, a mean lil bitch, I cannot be nice
Steppin' in Valentino, bitch you rockin' them dusty Fila's
Ain't stoppin' for no f*ckin body, all I see is green lights
Look like I came out a 'frigerator, my wrist full of freezed-ice
They must be blind, they ain't seeing me just like them three mice
I'm the bitch with the blonde hair
Top tier, in the crib, ain't a opp near, what you got there
I ain't talking peanut butter, but ya songs getting skipped
Thong soaked to the core, when my nigga make it drip
Deep throat, bet that nigga wanna put it in my tonsils
Choking, slow stroking, he got that motion
Anna Barton, cuz I do a-lot of damage
I saw ya new girl, and that bitch hella twamming
They like goddamn nova, you's a gift from God
As long as God blessing me, I don't need shit from y'all
These stalker bitches watching me just like a cinema
Boy you can give me ya number, but i'm not hittin' ya
Because I, got too much going for myself
F*ck you fake hoes, i'd rather go out by myself
Real boss, bitch i'm hitting licks and sliding by myself
I got so much f*cking confidence, because I speak highly bout myself
Got his mindset, I control that nigga and his mindset
Voodoo, I got that shit on me, like its doo-doo
Landscape, you will never get the bigger picture
Call me Big Sean, pussy I ain't f*cking with ya
I'm a god, give 'em a sign
I'm a Kardashian, bitches I rob
He in a trance, we be in France
Under a spell when he look in my eyes
We ain't no similar, it ain't no twin and 'nem
I am not talking two peas in a pod
I swear to God
It be you fat niggas, wanna get on my wave, like a rod
Baby if you ever play wit me and Zai'lyn, you might die
I said might cause I can't guarantee you'll make it out alive
Ridin' in something with peanut butter guts, no you cannot get a ride
I don't argue with these hoes, I just tell them get a life
I got so many M's, think Mc Donald's bout to sue me
Indecisive queen, I don't know which purse i'm choosing
See my big ole booty juking, changed my middle name to Judy
Why are some of y'all rapping, y'all shit booty cheeks, booty
Like, you hoes are embarrassing, that's why I don't be around y'all
Busy gettin' money, hence to why I don't be around y'all
Dog ass bitches, finna call someone to pound y'all
I ain't quitting rapping, 'til my face up in the town hall
I'm i-c-o-n-i-c, you hoes blind I see
I these got left handed bitches trynna right like me
They on they keyboards tapping, trynna type like me
You must be dumb, you can't get these bitches hype like me
And f*ck yo mama and yo dad, bitch I birthed yo ass
Aye nigga hand me my ganja, for I burn yo ass
And if you came up to my car with cardboard sign asking for some spare change?
Bitch i'm skirting past
The f*ck wrong with her ass?
Writer: Nova Galore, Zai’lyn Love
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid