Bad Girl (feat. Conductor Williams)

Conductor, we have a problem Conductor
Uh, yeah
I'm tryna be your baby girl, your cutie pie
I wanna be your freak bitch, your ride or die
I know that I'm a bad girl, I fit the crime
Of tryna be your sweetheart—
Don't act like you're too cool to holler at me
While you stare at my tits from across the bar
My pair is more fly than Charles de Gaulle
Hard act to follow, easy nut to swallow
Baby if I cum then you're cumming you go where I go Uh
I got him waiting in the lobby of the condo
He's playing with the cat, Rajon Rondo
Most of y'all will fuck with anything hollow
I can't let you hit if I ain't proud of that tomorrow
Okay? I don't gotta lie about it
Bed post, both my wrists tied around it
Big dick, I don't gotta hide around it
Cockpit, uh, rip the pilot out it
Land it on my landing strip
Yeah, I like you times a thousand
I'm his hero but I fuck him like a villain
If he fuck me over I'mma kill him huh
My body responds, he knows I feel him
Shit so wet he swears I'm gonna heal him huh
I'll pay the water damages, pillow talking, rambling
Put his clothes on me look like I sampled him
Conducts me in positions like the marching band at Grambling
Sluts me out at night but in the morning he's a family man
I'm tryna be your baby girl, your cutie pie
I wanna be your freak bitch, your ride or die
I know that I'm a bad girl, I fit the crime
Of tryna be your sweetheart, your valentine
Put me in the zone, I'm done with man to man
Caught us in the act up on the nanny cam
Y'all hating on the kid, Miss Hannigan
Switched up on the good guys, uh, y'all look like Anakin
Give me a couple years and I'll
Make 'em a fan again This is what I do, uh
Ass up to the roof, ay
Movie in the background on the plasma 42
And we're not paying attention, okay?
Ass bounce like it got suspension, okay?
Fuck out my mentions
I want you growling in my ear like an engine
And pulling my hair I like the tension
Take me back to when the only thing I shipped was me and my penman
He used to want a different happy ending, I'm not saying
I'm not good with my hands, I could be All State
And not to be redundant but I only give top brain
You send him DMs and he doesn't even heart it
I'm in his t-shirt buying candles up at the target
If the pussy talks to you, beg its pardon
Don't act like you're fluent, it's got its own jargon
He hardens for me, James, I stay on him like a stain
I know he's somebody's son but he still kiss me in the rain
I'm tryna be your baby girl, your cutie pie
I wanna be your freak bitch, ride or die
I know I'm a bad girl, I fit the crime
Of tryna be your sweetheart, your valentine



Credits
Writer(s): Sina Holwerda, Duncan Lamont, Denzel Williams
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