Bad Lil Bish (feat. Baby Tate & Black Boe)

44 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...