Rich The Kid – Boss b#tch

Rich The Kid – Boss b#tch Lyrics

Artist: Rich The Kid
Song: Boss b#tch

I need me a boss b#tch, a trill b#tch, a real b#tch
One that I can chill and just be cool with
She savage, one that I can get a bag with
I’m just tryna f#ck her, run in mansions, I live lavish

I need me a smart b#tch (Smart)
Good head, go dumb on the dick
I need me a b#tch that know some p#rnstar sh#t
I need me a b#tch right by my side gettin’ rich

Need me a b#tch that got baguettes on her wrist
I need me a bad b#tch (Bad b#tch), boss her up if she average
I just need a girl to cook me breakfast, I got four kids
And might be brought me dinner to the jet, what your hoe did?

She hop on the dick and then she ride like a moped
She be tryna go out with her friends, I tell her “Go ‘head”
You be tryna lock it down, but you ain’t gettin’ no bread
I just need a b#tch to stay down like a airbed

I’ll make sure she look good on a Hermés
And you can be your best, and all the reason why I’m stressed
On my lap like a present, last n#gg# was a peasant
Call the jet, I’m send it, ain’t no budget, I’ma spin it

sh#t be different when I’m in it, you been gone for a minute
I need me a boss b#tch, a trill b#tch, a real b#tch
One that I can chill and just be cool with
She savage, one that I can get a bag with

I’m just tryna f#ck her, run in mansions, I live lavish
I need me a smart b#tch (Smart)
Good head, go dumb on the dick
I need me a b#tch that know some p#rnstar sh#t

I need me a b#tch right by my side gettin’ rich
Need me a b#tch that got baguettes on her wrist
Yeah, I like a, uh, hood n#gg#, uh (n#gg#)
Rich n#gg#, uh, big spender, uh (Yeah)

I like a n#gg# who give it up
He take me out to his city, uh, say “Bae, you pretty”, uh
The way he looked me in my eyes I could tell that boy was f#ckin’ with me (Yeah)
Ayy, so we bust that life on big street

I throw it back and turned around, I told him eat, eat
He said he like a lil’ savage, a lil’ freak, freak
He said he like lil’ b#tches, a lil’ petite
Only f#ckin’ in designer, Balmain sheets

You know I’m f#ckin’ with you baby, is you f#ckin’ with me?
Is you f#ckin’ with that lame b#tch, is you f#ckin’ with me?
I’m gone ride for you, is you gone ride for me?
I need me a boss b#tch, a trill b#tch, a real b#tch

One that I can chill and just be cool with
She savage, one that I can get a bag with
I’m just tryna f#ck her, run in mansions, I live lavish
I need me a smart b#tch (Smart)

Good head, go dumb on the dick
I need me a b#tch that know some p#rnstar sh#t
I need me a b#tch right by my side gettin’ rich
Need me a b#tch that got baguettes on her wrist
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From the album:
Boss Bitch (feat. Coi Leray) [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021