Bad
Bad bitches
He like bad bitches
Nails long hair long
Give him something to grab on
I'm the bitch on his mind
I'm the bitch in his heart
I'm the bitch that'll end your life
If you try and start
Just because I'm from New York
I won't forget about it
Bitches think they tough
When they really soft as shit
I shit on hoes like a bad tummy ache
If I pull tommy out
Then them hoes gonna shake
I don't really give no fucks
All my clothes is brand new
Yeah I fucked old boy and fucked his friend too
Ima bad bitch, get like me
New whip new money don't excite me
Throw it back on a nigga now I'm wifey
22 in the purse right beside me
Run a race little hoe
You gon fucking lose
Couldn't even walk a mile in my fucking shoes
Burkin bag Louis V I can't fucking chose
Getting money that's the thing
That's the fucking rules
Get back huh
Throw a stack huh
Now your nigga eyeing me
Yeah you sad huh
Ima packed little bitch
And it's fat huh
Sit my cat on his lap spilt splat
And a big bag I can flip those
Want a little taste?
Ima nympho
Got a sugar daddy, pay my rent hoe
Walk him with a limp
Ain't no pimp tho
No I ain't the bitch that's gon play around
Walk up in the spot we gon shut it down
Louis and Prada dripping fashion
When I come around
I can upgrade you tell me how it sound
Bad bitches only
Now he want to know me
But you can't control me
What you want to show me?
You know I can do things
But I ain't your boo thang
Riding in a new Range
Drop you like some loose change
Bitch
He like bad bitches
Nails long hair long
Give him something to grab on
I'm the bitch on his mind
I'm the bitch in his heart
I'm the bitch that'll end your life
If you try and start
Just because I'm from New York
I won't forget about it
Bitches think they tough
When they really soft as shit
I shit on hoes like a bad tummy ache
If I pull tommy out
Then them hoes gonna shake
I don't really give no fucks
All my clothes is brand new
Yeah I fucked old boy and fucked his friend too
Ima bad bitch, get like me
New whip new money don't excite me
Throw it back on a nigga now I'm wifey
22 in the purse right beside me
Run a race little hoe
You gon fucking lose
Couldn't even walk a mile in my fucking shoes
Burkin bag Louis V I can't fucking chose
Getting money that's the thing
That's the fucking rules
Get back huh
Throw a stack huh
Now your nigga eyeing me
Yeah you sad huh
Ima packed little bitch
And it's fat huh
Sit my cat on his lap spilt splat
And a big bag I can flip those
Want a little taste?
Ima nympho
Got a sugar daddy, pay my rent hoe
Walk him with a limp
Ain't no pimp tho
No I ain't the bitch that's gon play around
Walk up in the spot we gon shut it down
Louis and Prada dripping fashion
When I come around
I can upgrade you tell me how it sound
Bad bitches only
Now he want to know me
But you can't control me
What you want to show me?
You know I can do things
But I ain't your boo thang
Riding in a new Range
Drop you like some loose change
Bitch
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Writer(s): Tamara Stimphil
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