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