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mol$ – boss bitch lyrics

[chorus: mol$]
put a rocket to your throat and make it motherf+ckin’ drop, b+tch
pull up to your pad and wet it up, like a mop, b+tch
all my shooters ninjas, take you out with some chopsticks
think i’m capping, catch you lacking, dummy, i’m a boss b+tch
i’m a boss b+tch, baby, i’m a boss b+tch
pull up to your pad and wet it up, like a mop, b+tch
i’m a boss b+tch, baby, i’m a boss b+tch
all my shooters ninjas, take you out with some chopsticks

[verse 1: mol$]
all my homies pullin’ up, it’s a moshpit
chillin’ at my house, we bumpin’ [?], b+tch
people all look up to me, like “mol$, you so hot, sh+t”
homie, you is not my homie if you gonna talk sh+t
if you talk sh+t, come and meet the squad, b+tch
people ask me when the see me when and what it costin’
it ain’t cost sh+t, i just make hits
i just gave ’em everything they wanted
they want mol$ and now they got it
now wait, i f+ck it up
i came up from the ground and now i run it up
and if you see me on the come up
don’t start talking to me like we was some buds
homie with a past
and now you lame ass b+tches gonna bite the dust
and like a lighter, i’m steady lighting up
my music lit and all your music dumb as f+ck
[chorus: mol$]
put a rocket to your throat and make it motherf+ckin’ drop, b+tch
pull up to your pad and wet it up, like a mop, b+tch
all my shooters ninjas, take you out with some chopsticks
think i’m capping, catch you lacking, dummy, i’m a boss b+tch
i’m a boss b+tch, baby, i’m a boss b+tch
pull up to your pad and wet it up, like a mop, b+tch
i’m a boss b+tch, baby, i’m a boss b+tch
all my shooters ninjas, take you out with some chopsticks

[verse 2: kame kami]
you got a biased ass opinion, let me open your mind
with the clip around my hip loaded with ’45s
my n+gga, f+ck what you talkin’ ’bout? b+tch, i’m on my grind
who the f+ck you think you talkin’ to? you must’ve been blind
b+tch, i hop in the stu’, feel like [?]
i might pull up on your b+tch, she like how my d+ck taste
you don’t like what i say, b+tch, i’ll say it again
and if you don’t want beef with me, you better phone up a friend
oh my god, you n+ggas are so lame
you mad ’cause i’m the best n+gga in the game
like what the f+ck i’m gonna do with fame?
cash is the only thing that’ll change

- mol lyrics

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