A Rill Boss Lady

Im three times the nicka, three times three the 0's

pray to God i could play Santa with three times the 'ho's'...nah

three times a lady dat blow, git down fasho

so much cake in the building, she kick down the doe

ice dem other chicks when they in the room, and so assume

they relating but her azz iz bomb like platoon, kaboom

fk a debating mouth poor shaped chick dats hollow

the luv shld be platinum n golden honey to swallow

drippin every year leads to dreamz of tomorrow

no dark nights of tattoo tears, no weeping no wallow

so many Rudys stay goin for it, ignored quick

like Raymore said yall no bearings fkas be tryin to score, quit

she's not insecure, or bitch type wantin drama

from a stereotype of nickas stressin they baby's mama

she's allaround well grounded like a stand up diva

a Queen to His dream sent as God's truth, betta believe her