Casino - Boss Bitch Lyrics

Lil shawty outside, it's just you and I Miss when we was outside, you been on my mind
Yeah, I miss my lil' dime, she was so fly Got me feelin' real deal, she got hella skill
Slim waist, pretty face, even with no make You can't make this up, all we do is f*ck
Nice lil pretty butt, with some long hair She don't play fair, nah, she don't play fair

With a stank attitude, but she real cute Hate it when we feud, yeah, I know she do too
Drop that ass to the floor in a body suit (She sick of fake niggas, so sick of fake niggas)
Real boss nigga worth about eight figures She chasing sugar daddies just cause she wanna taste
But they nothing like a young nigga gettin' paid She be postin' on Instagram for some fame

With her homegirls in the comments sayin' slay Tellin' you to leave that nigga, he ain't gettin' paid
But she still on my phone like every day Can't lie to you, yeah, I miss my lil' bae
Damn lil' mama, she a f*ckin' boss bitch Real fine mamacita, she a bad bitch
Boss bitch can't believe that I lost it And ion even really care if she toxic

Hair done, nails did, she gon' floss shit Head to toe, yeah, that's a real bad bitch
She on fly shit, remember I ain't had shit Down bad, f*cked up, now that's real love
Now it's time I bounce back and I'm up one Livin' nice now and I don't even need a dub
Flew outta state, my family think I'm on a run Hard-headed, f*ckin' up, we was young and dumb

Now lil' shorty outside, it's you and I Miss when we was outside, you been on my mind
Yeah, I miss my lil' dime, she was so fly Got me feelin' real deal, she got hella skill
Now lil' shorty outside, it's you and I Miss when we was outside, you been on my mind
Yeah, I miss my lil' dime, she was so fly Got me feelin' real deal, she got hella skill