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  • Main » M » Mac » Boss Chick Lyrics
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    Posted: 28.07.2004
    Views: 199
    [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 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

    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
    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