Bad (feat. Loco)
Know how to work her back
Exercise and percolate that cootie cat
Ain't new to that
Grindin' on me she know that that booty fat
She true to that
Money maker spot me up in V-I-P
Aiming to make a trick up out of me
I see how she be workin', twerkin' flirtin' up on the dance floor
Make that money lil' honey
That's what I brought them bands for
In her ear lobe as she dance slow
Tryin' to ger her alone and naked
Rub her clit slow with them dollars got her shaking
She know it's game time
How she spin and flip around that pole
Legs wide open
Let you see that pretty pussy hole
Face down ass up
She looking back
Slap that ass start to twerking
She can make that ass clap
I think we got a wild thang
She lift them titties up and lick'em
That freaky shit she know will make a nigga start tipping
Testosterone risin' got me startin' to sweat
And I ain't even got my two drinks yet
But you can bet that she's a
Bad lil' bitch comin' out of her clothes
Say she a bad lil' bitch, a fine lil' bitch
Bad lil' bitch goin' out of control
Say she a thick lil' bitch, a fine lil' bitch
Bad lil' bitch comin' out of her clothes
Say she a bad lil' bitch, a fine lil' bitch
Bad lil' bitch goin' out of control
Say she a thick lil' bitch, a fine lil' bitch
Bad lil' bitch up and down on that damn pole
Magic City finest, she shake it on a gold pole
Left cheek, right cheek
Rollin' off a X pill
Now she really twerking
Say she like the way it make her feel
C-N-A through the day
But at night she makin' bands
I ain't Juicy J
But I know them bands'll make her dance
Private room V-I-P
Plus I heard that she a freak
She down for that sneak and link
Bounin' ass while on one knee
Finest bitch I ever seen
Think she got me hypnotized
But I can never take her home
It's just something bout them thighs
But it made me realize
We should get money together
She grew up in Alabama
I be C-H-P forever
Makin' other bitch jealous
They can't get up on her level
Hand stand incredible
Can't nobody do it better
Girls kissing girls
Yeah you know I like that
Flickin' out her tongue
While she rubbin' on my cat
She a
Bad lil' bitch comin' out of her clothes
Say she a bad lil' bitch, a fine lil' bitch
Bad lil' bitch goin' out of control
Say she a thick lil' bitch, a fine lil' bitch
Bad lil' bitch comin' out of her clothes
Say she a bad lil' bitch, a fine lil' bitch
Bad lil' bitch goin' out of control
Say she a thick lil' bitch, a fine lil' bitch
Exercise and percolate that cootie cat
Ain't new to that
Grindin' on me she know that that booty fat
She true to that
Money maker spot me up in V-I-P
Aiming to make a trick up out of me
I see how she be workin', twerkin' flirtin' up on the dance floor
Make that money lil' honey
That's what I brought them bands for
In her ear lobe as she dance slow
Tryin' to ger her alone and naked
Rub her clit slow with them dollars got her shaking
She know it's game time
How she spin and flip around that pole
Legs wide open
Let you see that pretty pussy hole
Face down ass up
She looking back
Slap that ass start to twerking
She can make that ass clap
I think we got a wild thang
She lift them titties up and lick'em
That freaky shit she know will make a nigga start tipping
Testosterone risin' got me startin' to sweat
And I ain't even got my two drinks yet
But you can bet that she's a
Bad lil' bitch comin' out of her clothes
Say she a bad lil' bitch, a fine lil' bitch
Bad lil' bitch goin' out of control
Say she a thick lil' bitch, a fine lil' bitch
Bad lil' bitch comin' out of her clothes
Say she a bad lil' bitch, a fine lil' bitch
Bad lil' bitch goin' out of control
Say she a thick lil' bitch, a fine lil' bitch
Bad lil' bitch up and down on that damn pole
Magic City finest, she shake it on a gold pole
Left cheek, right cheek
Rollin' off a X pill
Now she really twerking
Say she like the way it make her feel
C-N-A through the day
But at night she makin' bands
I ain't Juicy J
But I know them bands'll make her dance
Private room V-I-P
Plus I heard that she a freak
She down for that sneak and link
Bounin' ass while on one knee
Finest bitch I ever seen
Think she got me hypnotized
But I can never take her home
It's just something bout them thighs
But it made me realize
We should get money together
She grew up in Alabama
I be C-H-P forever
Makin' other bitch jealous
They can't get up on her level
Hand stand incredible
Can't nobody do it better
Girls kissing girls
Yeah you know I like that
Flickin' out her tongue
While she rubbin' on my cat
She a
Bad lil' bitch comin' out of her clothes
Say she a bad lil' bitch, a fine lil' bitch
Bad lil' bitch goin' out of control
Say she a thick lil' bitch, a fine lil' bitch
Bad lil' bitch comin' out of her clothes
Say she a bad lil' bitch, a fine lil' bitch
Bad lil' bitch goin' out of control
Say she a thick lil' bitch, a fine lil' bitch
Credits
Writer(s): James Gibson Jr, Illicia Jones
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