Name somebody better than?
They ain't levelling
Do it like a veteran
I ain't never settling
B*tches be meddling
Then they back peddling
Praying to the reverend
I'll be raising hell again
Really grew up in the ends
Made more than amends
From a blue to a benz
Got a Q did it again
We was on the run I used to roll around with many men
Now I'm at the top not many friends
Got my own bag cos these n*ggas ain't sh*t
All he really good for is some Henny and some d*ck
Steady hating on a b*tch run ya finger tips
N*ggas in the back they busy loading up the clip
They tryna rub me out but I don't see a b*tch fit
Running up ya lips but in school you was a prick
Looking for some sh*t on me that could get me eclipsed
But like a Air Force with no tick it don't exist
Hook
Uhh
Pop sh*t, talk slick, hit licks, imma Boss B*tch ain't nothin' you can f*ck with
Never thought I'd be running it again but you're stuck with
If it's a problem better up sh*t
In the ends, in the 'burbs, overseas, know we run sh*t
Oppositions better duck quick
The vibes raw too pure ain't nothin' that it's cut with (Inhales)
Come and take a hit
Verse 2
Diamonds in my chain
Watch and my ring
Go to the same jeweller's but we are not the same
Stopped copping designer cos I gotta maintain
More concerned with looking like you've got it what a shame
Ever since a youngin man I couldn't be tamed
Wooly Road mains, moving too flames
Push my buttons thinking it's a game
There's a reason why the others come and go but through the struggle I remain
Cos I'm Gucci baby, you can't move me baby
Your wave ain't big enough you'll need to nuke me baby
They ain't seeing me like the room is hazy
I'll cut a snake off before they ever betray me
I need stacks in the brief case, for keeps sake
B*tches don't want beef steak, for Pete's sake
Only real b*tches can relate, I'll move weight for that cake step back and watch a real one demonstrate
Hook
Uhh
Pop sh*t, talk slick, hit licks, imma Boss B*tch ain't nothin' you can f*ck with
Never thought I'd be running it again but you're stuck with
If it's a problem better up sh*t
In the ends, in the 'burbs, overseas, know we run sh*t
Oppositions better duck quick
The vibes raw too pure ain't nothin' that it's cut with
(Inhales) Come and take a hit
Outro
Boss B*tch too slick too raw
Come in peace but I stay ready for war
Boss B*tch too slick too raw
Come in peace but I'm still ready for war
Ms Banks - Boss B*tch Lyrics
Ms Banks - Boss B*tch Lyrics
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English
Name somebody better than?
They ain't levelling
Do it like a veteran
I ain't never settling
B*tches be meddling
Then they back peddling
Praying to the reverend
I'll be raising hell again
Really grew up in the ends
Made more than amends
From a blue to a benz
Got a Q did it again
We was on the run I used to roll around with many men
Now I'm at the top not many friends
Got my own bag cos these n*ggas ain't sh*t
All he really good for is some Henny and some d*ck
Steady hating on a b*tch run ya finger tips
N*ggas in the back they busy loading up the clip
They tryna rub me out but I don't see a b*tch fit
Running up ya lips but in school you was a prick
Looking for some sh*t on me that could get me eclipsed
But like a Air Force with no tick it don't exist
Hook
Uhh
Pop sh*t, talk slick, hit licks, imma Boss B*tch ain't nothin' you can f*ck with
Never thought I'd be running it again but you're stuck with
If it's a problem better up sh*t
In the ends, in the 'burbs, overseas, know we run sh*t
Oppositions better duck quick
The vibes raw too pure ain't nothin' that it's cut with (Inhales)
Come and take a hit
Verse 2
Diamonds in my chain
Watch and my ring
Go to the same jeweller's but we are not the same
Stopped copping designer cos I gotta maintain
More concerned with looking like you've got it what a shame
Ever since a youngin man I couldn't be tamed
Wooly Road mains, moving too flames
Push my buttons thinking it's a game
There's a reason why the others come and go but through the struggle I remain
Cos I'm Gucci baby, you can't move me baby
Your wave ain't big enough you'll need to nuke me baby
They ain't seeing me like the room is hazy
I'll cut a snake off before they ever betray me
I need stacks in the brief case, for keeps sake
B*tches don't want beef steak, for Pete's sake
Only real b*tches can relate, I'll move weight for that cake step back and watch a real one demonstrate
Hook
Uhh
Pop sh*t, talk slick, hit licks, imma Boss B*tch ain't nothin' you can f*ck with
Never thought I'd be running it again but you're stuck with
If it's a problem better up sh*t
In the ends, in the 'burbs, overseas, know we run sh*t
Oppositions better duck quick
The vibes raw too pure ain't nothin' that it's cut with
(Inhales) Come and take a hit
Outro
Boss B*tch too slick too raw
Come in peace but I stay ready for war
Boss B*tch too slick too raw
Come in peace but I'm still ready for war
They ain't levelling
Do it like a veteran
I ain't never settling
B*tches be meddling
Then they back peddling
Praying to the reverend
I'll be raising hell again
Really grew up in the ends
Made more than amends
From a blue to a benz
Got a Q did it again
We was on the run I used to roll around with many men
Now I'm at the top not many friends
Got my own bag cos these n*ggas ain't sh*t
All he really good for is some Henny and some d*ck
Steady hating on a b*tch run ya finger tips
N*ggas in the back they busy loading up the clip
They tryna rub me out but I don't see a b*tch fit
Running up ya lips but in school you was a prick
Looking for some sh*t on me that could get me eclipsed
But like a Air Force with no tick it don't exist
Hook
Uhh
Pop sh*t, talk slick, hit licks, imma Boss B*tch ain't nothin' you can f*ck with
Never thought I'd be running it again but you're stuck with
If it's a problem better up sh*t
In the ends, in the 'burbs, overseas, know we run sh*t
Oppositions better duck quick
The vibes raw too pure ain't nothin' that it's cut with (Inhales)
Come and take a hit
Verse 2
Diamonds in my chain
Watch and my ring
Go to the same jeweller's but we are not the same
Stopped copping designer cos I gotta maintain
More concerned with looking like you've got it what a shame
Ever since a youngin man I couldn't be tamed
Wooly Road mains, moving too flames
Push my buttons thinking it's a game
There's a reason why the others come and go but through the struggle I remain
Cos I'm Gucci baby, you can't move me baby
Your wave ain't big enough you'll need to nuke me baby
They ain't seeing me like the room is hazy
I'll cut a snake off before they ever betray me
I need stacks in the brief case, for keeps sake
B*tches don't want beef steak, for Pete's sake
Only real b*tches can relate, I'll move weight for that cake step back and watch a real one demonstrate
Hook
Uhh
Pop sh*t, talk slick, hit licks, imma Boss B*tch ain't nothin' you can f*ck with
Never thought I'd be running it again but you're stuck with
If it's a problem better up sh*t
In the ends, in the 'burbs, overseas, know we run sh*t
Oppositions better duck quick
The vibes raw too pure ain't nothin' that it's cut with
(Inhales) Come and take a hit
Outro
Boss B*tch too slick too raw
Come in peace but I stay ready for war
Boss B*tch too slick too raw
Come in peace but I'm still ready for war
Writer: A Class, Thyra Oji
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music