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c*nt - flyana boss lyrics

[intro]
this some b*sh*t, ain’t it?
no, yeah, when, when men are c*nts
it’s like “oh, he’s such a boss”
but when women are bosses, they’re like “oh”

[chorus: folayan]
this one’s for the c*nts
judge a b*tch all you want
still ridin’ this ho on top
put your man on a leash, he a bum
we s*xy, we thick, we hot
this one’s for the c*nts (c*nt)
big titties, big booty, slim waist
fine sh*t, so c*nt
could never give a f*ck what you think, c*nt

[post*chorus: bobbi]
you give me everything you f*ckin’ own
the credit cards, the money, and the gold
you don’t even know what to f*ckin’ do with it
i know what to do
thеm little b*tches tryna get thеir rent paid
i’ma need you to take me to the bank
and add me to everything, b*tch
[verse 1: bobbi, folayan]
seems i look too good for this conversation
love myself with no hesitation
i’m the master, ain’t no debate*tion
causing all these sick f*cks frustration
can’t read me hoe, i riddle
peter pan me, taste my skittles
want my worth, no meeting in the middle
made me wait so now, i want triple
b*tch, from the bottom to the top, i’m a switch
i ride that stick, i’m a witch
swipe my face card, i’m rich

[verse 2: bobbi, folayan]
yeah, this p*ssy got a gift, but it ain’t no gift for you
kiss ass, i ain’t got sh*t for you
bring my money, i don’t play about my payment
find your bones at the bottom of my bas*m*nt
three more kids then i wanna get my body done
ass shots, hubby love it, get another one
nip, nip tuck, baby don’t slip up
triple d perked up
paint job, cream truck
la*la*la, i don’t mean to offend
la*la*la, i’m never mean to my fans
and yes, i will sign your titties
[chorus: folayan]
this one’s for the c*nts
judge a b*tch all you want
still ridin’ this ho on top
put your man on a leash, he a bum
we s*xy, we thick, we hot
this one’s for the c*nts (c*nt)
big titties, big booty, slim waist
fine sh*t, so c*nt
could never give a f*ck what you think, c*nt

[post*chorus: bobbi]
you give me everything you f*ckin’ own
the credit cards, the money, and the gold
you don’t even know what to f*ckin’ do with it
i know what to do
them little b*tches tryna get their rent paid
i’ma need you to take me to the bank
and add me to everything, b*tch

[bridge: bobbi, folayan]
you better stay away
no b*tch, i don’t want your n*gga anyway
no way, i don’t want him
b*tch, he not even my type
that ain’t what i like
he better stay away ’cause i just might
b*tch, slap him in the face
i don’t want to kink*shame
but that might be what he like
that ain’t what i like
[outro: folayan, bobbi]
big titties, big booty, slim waist
(y*y*you a bum)
big titties, big booty, slim waist
(give me everything you f*cking own)
c*nt
big titties, big booty, slim waist
(add me to everything, b*tch)
c*nt

- flyana boss lyrics

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