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I'm a bad bitch and I stamped it

These hoes sell they soul, ship them out to a FedEx

He love when I whip cream on Captain D so I spread it

I make 'ha hit that holla but he home 'cause i fed it

And if he think he fuckin', hopes too high, imma next it

He think I like rich ****, I'm like "Duh, bitch you guessed it"

She jumpin' dick to dick but got no funds, don't respect it

When he lick his lips, he taste my chocolate, he leanin'

Imma knock him off his feet 'cause I'm his baddest bitch breathin'

Unless he take me shoppin', throw a fit for no reason (no reason)

Know a **** nasty, he would hit it while I'm bleedin' (Ay)

I'ma ride it, he gon' hit it in the back 'cause I'm on go

Bae, I'm red, but he so green, don't give a fuck about my flow

Ding dong bitch, I'm like "Who home?"

He knocked me up, I kick the door

Stand on bend and sink the floor

Throwin' fists, come catch yo hoe

Nicest coochie with the meanest mug, come sit me out my attitude

Bitch is sad confused, but I'm the reason why he mad at you (Ay)

Don't duck when I goose the fool

Pop out on hoes like Peek-a-boo

Money callin', that's my cue

When I step, I make the news

I'm a bad bitch and I stamped it

These hoes sell they soul, ship them out to a FedEx

He love when I whip cream on Captain D so I spread it

I make 'ha hit that holla but he home 'cause i fed it

And if he think he fuckin', hopes too high, imma next it

He think I like rich ****, I'm like "Duh, bitch you guessed it"

She jumpin' dick to dick but got no funds, don't respect it

And they can not catch me slippin', 'cause the bag, I collect it

She better not get smart, smack a bitch who tryna test me

If a **** playin' in my face, then just arrest me

Keep my Glockiana with me, that's my broke bestie

**** always double back, they like "Tee, why you left me?"

**** wanna lay me down, can't solve me like no puzzle

Every time my bitches wanna feud, then make 'em huddle

I just make her **** do the work, don't move a muscle

Smile, I'm that bitch, on his face I left a puddle (Ah-ha)

I'm a bad bitch and I stamped it

These hoes sell they soul, ship them out to a FedEx

He love when I whip cream on Captain D so I spread it

I make 'ha hit that holla but he home 'cause i fed it

And if he think he fuckin', hopes too high, imma next it

He think I like rich ****, I'm like "Duh, bitch you guessed it"

She jumpin' dick to dick but got no funds, don't respect it

And they can not catch me slippin', 'cause the bag, I collect it