Bad To the Bone
Yeah
Shawty bad, bad to the bone
Dior, christian dior
Bad bad bad bad to the bone
Yeah yeah
Shawty bad, bad to the bone
High class christian dior
Money bag, and that mean she on
Got her stash, aromeo
Nasty, when she on the patron
She gone let me fuck up on her we grown
Afterwards, say that I'm wrong
Hit my line just to get her some mo
Shawty bad, bad to the bone
High class christian dior
Money bad, and that mean she on
Got her stash, aromeo
Nasty, when she on the patron
She gone let me fuck up on her we grown
Afterwards, say that I'm wrong
Hit my line just to get her some mo
Christian diar, christian dior
Like my style so I had to take her
Going live when she outta state
On that dirty biz like a rutabago
Got them backs in a stash top back on the way to the himalayan
Sex appeal aint nobody make her
Since day one, getting paper
Go get the work and she outta there
One of a kind, it aint a pair
Moving that work outta Delaware
99 problems without a care
Own crib and good welfare
Cruizin in something foreign, they all stare
She be killin them bitches it aint fair
Wrote this about her like sinclair
Shawty bad, bad to the bone
High class christian dior
Money bag, and that mean she on
Got her stash, aromeo
Nasty, when she on the patron
She gone let me fuck up on her we grown
Afterwards, say that I'm wrong
Hit my line just to get her some more
Shawty bad, bad to the bone
High class christian dior
Money bad, and that mean she on
Got her stash, aromeo
Nasty, when she on the patron
She gone let me fuck up on her we grown
Afterwards, say that I'm wrong
Hit my line just to get her some mo
Lowkey when she out in public
Couple bandz on a bad aint nothing
M&P for when thangs get rugged
Face beat, but that attitude ugly
Bitch mad, and the hate it disgust me
Peach fuzz on the pussy it's fluffy
Nigga wonder why I kill it like chucky
Bust one leave my sign on her tummy
Invited me over her robe on
Dimming the lights cut the strobes on
Got to capture this moment no photo
Crazy about me she loco
Said if I ever leave her no move on
And them feelings about me just too strong
Fucking with a real nigga in so long
Then she asked if I love her like so so
One time, lil mama outty
Got her bad pulling off in a Audi
On a pole had to throw her a thousand
Call her light bright megan the stallion
Body grown, and her temper on childish
Grip tight, but she got a lil mileage
Lowkey, gotta keep it on silent
Lowkey, gotta keep it on silent
She got me stuck, with it
Shawty on go, instagram live
And her approach, wit it
All for a show, grippin her thighs
And it's so explicit
Driving the boat, then take a dive, aint talking bout swimming
Eat her like thanksgiving (Wooh)
Shawty bad, bad to the bone
High class christian dior
Money bag, and that mean she on
Got her stash, aromeo
Nasty, when she on the patron
She gone let me fuck up on her we grown
Afterwards, say that I'm wrong
Hit my line just to get her some mo
Shawty bad, bad to the bone
High class christian dior
Money bag, and that mean she on
Got her stash, aromeo
Nasty, when she on the patron
She gone let me fuck up on her we grown
Afterwards, say that I'm wrong
Hit my line just to get her some mo
Shawty bad, bad to the bone
Dior, christian dior
Bad bad bad bad to the bone
Yeah yeah
Shawty bad, bad to the bone
High class christian dior
Money bag, and that mean she on
Got her stash, aromeo
Nasty, when she on the patron
She gone let me fuck up on her we grown
Afterwards, say that I'm wrong
Hit my line just to get her some mo
Shawty bad, bad to the bone
High class christian dior
Money bad, and that mean she on
Got her stash, aromeo
Nasty, when she on the patron
She gone let me fuck up on her we grown
Afterwards, say that I'm wrong
Hit my line just to get her some mo
Christian diar, christian dior
Like my style so I had to take her
Going live when she outta state
On that dirty biz like a rutabago
Got them backs in a stash top back on the way to the himalayan
Sex appeal aint nobody make her
Since day one, getting paper
Go get the work and she outta there
One of a kind, it aint a pair
Moving that work outta Delaware
99 problems without a care
Own crib and good welfare
Cruizin in something foreign, they all stare
She be killin them bitches it aint fair
Wrote this about her like sinclair
Shawty bad, bad to the bone
High class christian dior
Money bag, and that mean she on
Got her stash, aromeo
Nasty, when she on the patron
She gone let me fuck up on her we grown
Afterwards, say that I'm wrong
Hit my line just to get her some more
Shawty bad, bad to the bone
High class christian dior
Money bad, and that mean she on
Got her stash, aromeo
Nasty, when she on the patron
She gone let me fuck up on her we grown
Afterwards, say that I'm wrong
Hit my line just to get her some mo
Lowkey when she out in public
Couple bandz on a bad aint nothing
M&P for when thangs get rugged
Face beat, but that attitude ugly
Bitch mad, and the hate it disgust me
Peach fuzz on the pussy it's fluffy
Nigga wonder why I kill it like chucky
Bust one leave my sign on her tummy
Invited me over her robe on
Dimming the lights cut the strobes on
Got to capture this moment no photo
Crazy about me she loco
Said if I ever leave her no move on
And them feelings about me just too strong
Fucking with a real nigga in so long
Then she asked if I love her like so so
One time, lil mama outty
Got her bad pulling off in a Audi
On a pole had to throw her a thousand
Call her light bright megan the stallion
Body grown, and her temper on childish
Grip tight, but she got a lil mileage
Lowkey, gotta keep it on silent
Lowkey, gotta keep it on silent
She got me stuck, with it
Shawty on go, instagram live
And her approach, wit it
All for a show, grippin her thighs
And it's so explicit
Driving the boat, then take a dive, aint talking bout swimming
Eat her like thanksgiving (Wooh)
Shawty bad, bad to the bone
High class christian dior
Money bag, and that mean she on
Got her stash, aromeo
Nasty, when she on the patron
She gone let me fuck up on her we grown
Afterwards, say that I'm wrong
Hit my line just to get her some mo
Shawty bad, bad to the bone
High class christian dior
Money bag, and that mean she on
Got her stash, aromeo
Nasty, when she on the patron
She gone let me fuck up on her we grown
Afterwards, say that I'm wrong
Hit my line just to get her some mo
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Writer(s): Daniel Boga
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