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letra de boss bitch - mol$

[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

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