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...