Sexy Body
First things first, i'm more then pussy and ass
I'm sexy, edgy, ratchet
I got class
Don't dig to deep, get lost in all this mass
Peeking into these niggas soul like glass
I'm Bae B
You could never play me
Light as a feather and you still can't out weigh me
I'm twisted, vindictive, my flow is so sickening
I sway when I walk, and behind me still sizzling
I'm different
I gotta, I gotta, I gotta
Fuck with myself so its nothing you can to say to me
Fuck with the realist ya ain't never who ya claim to be
I'm on a pedestal you never could belittle me
Money over niggas, fuck bitches, get with it
I'm so sexy
His eyes he already undressed me
Staring in his soul and im like yo where da check be
He ain't getting none, treat him like my son
Clean this pussy up
I catch you with another bitch, ima get my gun
Have ya ass on tour, oh you on the run
You know who I be
Don't fucking play with me
You know i'm better then all these hoes
Straight out the deck i'm queen of queens
I gotta, I gotta, I gotta
Ima bad bitch got these hoes sending nudes
And I let em eat it if im really in the mood
Never into pimping only keep one dude
And I love em bad, so bad like cooked food
Anyways,
Did I mention
I'm high as fuck, I'm walking up, could touch the sun
I wouldn't burn, they call me witch, its my return
It's my revenge, pass the wrench
Cause i'm gonna beat this shit in they heads im so toxic
I gotta God complex, even if they tried, they can't stop shit
They can't stop me
I'm on top of the world
A bitch looking like diamonds and pearls
I'm to good at this shit, like look at my wrist
My time is now, the past is dead, just look ahead
Fucking bad, so fucking bad
Got all this ass, got all this ass, got all this ass
Black girls winning and we looking like models
Playgirl sipping with the champagne bottles
Fucking bad, so fucking bad
Got all this ass, got all this ass, got all this ass
Black girls winning and we looking like models
Playgirl sipping with the champagne bottles
I gotta, I gotta, whew!
I'm sexy, edgy, ratchet
I got class
Don't dig to deep, get lost in all this mass
Peeking into these niggas soul like glass
I'm Bae B
You could never play me
Light as a feather and you still can't out weigh me
I'm twisted, vindictive, my flow is so sickening
I sway when I walk, and behind me still sizzling
I'm different
I gotta, I gotta, I gotta
Fuck with myself so its nothing you can to say to me
Fuck with the realist ya ain't never who ya claim to be
I'm on a pedestal you never could belittle me
Money over niggas, fuck bitches, get with it
I'm so sexy
His eyes he already undressed me
Staring in his soul and im like yo where da check be
He ain't getting none, treat him like my son
Clean this pussy up
I catch you with another bitch, ima get my gun
Have ya ass on tour, oh you on the run
You know who I be
Don't fucking play with me
You know i'm better then all these hoes
Straight out the deck i'm queen of queens
I gotta, I gotta, I gotta
Ima bad bitch got these hoes sending nudes
And I let em eat it if im really in the mood
Never into pimping only keep one dude
And I love em bad, so bad like cooked food
Anyways,
Did I mention
I'm high as fuck, I'm walking up, could touch the sun
I wouldn't burn, they call me witch, its my return
It's my revenge, pass the wrench
Cause i'm gonna beat this shit in they heads im so toxic
I gotta God complex, even if they tried, they can't stop shit
They can't stop me
I'm on top of the world
A bitch looking like diamonds and pearls
I'm to good at this shit, like look at my wrist
My time is now, the past is dead, just look ahead
Fucking bad, so fucking bad
Got all this ass, got all this ass, got all this ass
Black girls winning and we looking like models
Playgirl sipping with the champagne bottles
Fucking bad, so fucking bad
Got all this ass, got all this ass, got all this ass
Black girls winning and we looking like models
Playgirl sipping with the champagne bottles
I gotta, I gotta, whew!
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Writer(s): Brea Dyer
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