Bad Lil Bish (feat. Baby Tate & Black Boe)
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She don't fuck with none of my friends
Got her own money, own bands
Nah, she don't fold under pressure
And when I touch her, she gon' make that ass bend
That's a bad lil' bish, that's a bad little bitch
That's a bad lil' bish, that's a bad little bitch
Nah, she don't know none of my exes
From the hood and she love to talk reckless
Wanna hit her from the front
Wanna hang bitch's tongue on my necklace
Huh, it's a bad little bitch, that's a bad little bitch
That's a bad little bitch, that's a bad little bitch
Yeah, he said he want a bad lil' bitch
Whole lotta ass, no tits
Cause a scene, I'm surprised I'm sick
Never need a nigga bag, I'm rich
And tell them broke hoes, "Don't say that line," uh
I got Face Card I don't wait in line, uh
I can take your man, give him back, spin the block, pass around
Bitch, you ain't taking mine, uh
I can't decide on the Benz or the Beam
Body a knockout, I'm sellin' them dreams
All these red bottoms, got sensitive feet
Steppin' on bitches, could never be mean
'Cause I go hard, never delicately
I make 'em hard, finna bust out them seams
When he seen you, he was soft as a Kleenex
What do that mean bitch? What do you think?
Uh, he wanna fuck on a bad hoe
Fuck his ex-bitch, she a mad hoe
I don't argue, I just give him mad throat
Geo me cocky in Versace bathrobes
Niggas pocket watchin', I got mad dough
East Side, Candler Road
He like the way that my belly roll
Brown skin, look like Kelly Rowland
She don't fuck with none of my friends (Tate, yeah)
Got her own money, own bands
Nah, she don't fold under pressure
And when I touch her, she gon' make that ass bend
That's a bad lil' bish, that's a bad little bitch
That's a bad lil' bish, that's a bad little bitch
Nah, she don't know none of my exes
From the hood, and she love to talk reckless
Wanna hit her from the front
Wanna hang bitch's tongue on my necklace
Huh, it's a bad lil' bish, that's a bad lil' bitch
That's a bad lil' bish, that's a bad lil' bitch
Check, look, she wanna scrape up the plate, yuh
She wanna play, I wanna play
She from Avonedale Estates, yuh
Yeah, that's my bitch, call her, "bae," yuh
All of her friends is bad, they kids is bad, you know that she bad news
Shorty was moving too fast to fuck in the car, gotta fuck in the bathroom (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bad lil' biddy from the city, cyber with me
Maybe with me, Ren and Stimpy
Plenty Henny, split it 50-50, tinted Bentley
Tempur-Pedic mattress, sheets are fanny, fanny
Phannie, she 'bout to come out that Fenty, Fenty
I'm 'bout to bust out that jimmy, jimmy
Honestly, you can't offend me, 'fend me
Kings of the south, I'm authentic, 'thentic
'Thentic, 'thentic, I'm the illest nigga in it
I bend 'em, they don't snap, they both shades, watch me hit it
One man's thot is another man's mistress
One man's dirt ain't none of my business
I toe tag every pussy I been in
Bad lil' bitch, never get in her feelings
She don't fuck with none of my friends
Got her own money, own bands
Nah, she don't fold under pressure
And when I touch her, she gon' make that ass bend
That's a bad lil' bish, that's a bad little bitch
That's a bad lil' bish, that's a bad little bitch
Nah, she don't know none of my exes
From the hood, and she love to talk reckless
Wanna hit her from the front
Wanna hang bitch's tongue on my necklace
Huh, it's a bad little bitch, it's a bad little bitch
That's a bad little bitch...
She don't fuck with none of my friends
Got her own money, own bands
Nah, she don't fold under pressure
And when I touch her, she gon' make that ass bend
That's a bad lil' bish, that's a bad little bitch
That's a bad lil' bish, that's a bad little bitch
Nah, she don't know none of my exes
From the hood and she love to talk reckless
Wanna hit her from the front
Wanna hang bitch's tongue on my necklace
Huh, it's a bad little bitch, that's a bad little bitch
That's a bad little bitch, that's a bad little bitch
Yeah, he said he want a bad lil' bitch
Whole lotta ass, no tits
Cause a scene, I'm surprised I'm sick
Never need a nigga bag, I'm rich
And tell them broke hoes, "Don't say that line," uh
I got Face Card I don't wait in line, uh
I can take your man, give him back, spin the block, pass around
Bitch, you ain't taking mine, uh
I can't decide on the Benz or the Beam
Body a knockout, I'm sellin' them dreams
All these red bottoms, got sensitive feet
Steppin' on bitches, could never be mean
'Cause I go hard, never delicately
I make 'em hard, finna bust out them seams
When he seen you, he was soft as a Kleenex
What do that mean bitch? What do you think?
Uh, he wanna fuck on a bad hoe
Fuck his ex-bitch, she a mad hoe
I don't argue, I just give him mad throat
Geo me cocky in Versace bathrobes
Niggas pocket watchin', I got mad dough
East Side, Candler Road
He like the way that my belly roll
Brown skin, look like Kelly Rowland
She don't fuck with none of my friends (Tate, yeah)
Got her own money, own bands
Nah, she don't fold under pressure
And when I touch her, she gon' make that ass bend
That's a bad lil' bish, that's a bad little bitch
That's a bad lil' bish, that's a bad little bitch
Nah, she don't know none of my exes
From the hood, and she love to talk reckless
Wanna hit her from the front
Wanna hang bitch's tongue on my necklace
Huh, it's a bad lil' bish, that's a bad lil' bitch
That's a bad lil' bish, that's a bad lil' bitch
Check, look, she wanna scrape up the plate, yuh
She wanna play, I wanna play
She from Avonedale Estates, yuh
Yeah, that's my bitch, call her, "bae," yuh
All of her friends is bad, they kids is bad, you know that she bad news
Shorty was moving too fast to fuck in the car, gotta fuck in the bathroom (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bad lil' biddy from the city, cyber with me
Maybe with me, Ren and Stimpy
Plenty Henny, split it 50-50, tinted Bentley
Tempur-Pedic mattress, sheets are fanny, fanny
Phannie, she 'bout to come out that Fenty, Fenty
I'm 'bout to bust out that jimmy, jimmy
Honestly, you can't offend me, 'fend me
Kings of the south, I'm authentic, 'thentic
'Thentic, 'thentic, I'm the illest nigga in it
I bend 'em, they don't snap, they both shades, watch me hit it
One man's thot is another man's mistress
One man's dirt ain't none of my business
I toe tag every pussy I been in
Bad lil' bitch, never get in her feelings
She don't fuck with none of my friends
Got her own money, own bands
Nah, she don't fold under pressure
And when I touch her, she gon' make that ass bend
That's a bad lil' bish, that's a bad little bitch
That's a bad lil' bish, that's a bad little bitch
Nah, she don't know none of my exes
From the hood, and she love to talk reckless
Wanna hit her from the front
Wanna hang bitch's tongue on my necklace
Huh, it's a bad little bitch, it's a bad little bitch
That's a bad little bitch...
Credits
Writer(s): Donquez Woods, Ahmar Bailey, Tate Sequoya Farris, Bobby Ray Simmons, Jr., Jaison Harris, Nyles Daniel, Lanauze Keon Hollis
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