Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Boss Chick, artist - Mac. Date of issue: 20.07.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Boss Chick |
| So a check this, Would you die for me? |
| Kinda question is that? |
| Just asking a question, Would you die for me? |
| Yeah nigga |
| 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 fuck 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 felonies or your lengthy rap 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 |
| Fuck 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 |