Bad Hoe

Uh One, two, three My last song started with a bad hoe Your past don't matter, I was bad too Yeah, I like my girls a lot a bit badder than yours My last song started with a bad hoe And yeah your ass got fatter, it was mad small Girl, I'm not so sure that fucking with me is the cure But if you want to, I don't care I won't keep waiting, come right here You know I'm bad, you still won't disappear I'm loving this fame and it's grinding your gears, oh Your last man said your special And I said you're a piece of shit When it all falls down, when you come around Just know I told you this My last song started with a bad hoe Your past don't matter, I was bad too Yeah, I like my girls a lot a bit badder than yours, okay My last song started with a bad hoe Yeah, your ass got fatter, it was mad small Girl, I'm not so sure that fucking with me is the cure Don't make this mistake again I'm here to fuck, I'm not your friend I'm not your lover, not your man So don't come here searching for love again, uh I understand you're Not up to speed, but This isn't my fault, not up to me it's All up to you, you got beef with the streets Bitch, you'll get it slowly, just know I told you this My last song started with a bad hoe Your past don't matter, I was bad too Yeah, I like my girls a lot a bit badder than yours, okay My last song started with a bad hoe Yeah, your ass got fatter it was mad small Girl, I'm not so sure that fucking with me is the cure