Lyrics:
got her own
I keep my baby girl in white gold Big Stupid ass diamonds, the lex park Itself
You can't tell her she ain't shinin', Inside cost a brick
She
a man rolling
I haven't got good grades, but I got good girls to do BAD BAD things
When I'm chilling on a sunny day
In the summer time
In the month
Na, na, na
Ain't she bad?
Na, na, na
Ain't she bad?
Na, na, na
Ain't she bad?
Yup, she bad
Yup, she bad
You can say the words
Just sing along
on
I said yo, "there ain't no place like home
And I thank God to be here with all of you"
'Cause I was feeling
[Chorus]
On behalf of DJ Jazzy
Bougie bad bitch and she fuck me like a nympho
I just hit up bro like it's a go, you know we popping out
Every single show, I burn the floor, you know I'm
My baby Adrianna
You know that she's a goner
That type of love ain't meant to be
Baby you're too pretentious
I don't want to pretend this
Was going
laughin what I do wit you
But i don't care I love you for you
My girl bad to the bone
And she can get a bag on her own
The reason I be glad to come home
I
the city
Was in my Honda Civic
That shit no fancy whip
But damn she got in quickly wit it
I took to the crib and told her I got jiggy with it
This ain't
itching for yo vibe
Lovely
Yea I miss you keeping company
Miss you right up under me
But this ain't no apology
She tell me ima ride or die for you
I'm in fast lane
I'm coasting
Bad bitch
She the most man
Don't like to brag
Ain't really into boasting
Shawty bad
And she already knows it
She got
There seems to have
been some disturbance here. Pardon me, sir, did you see what happened?
SPOKEN: Yeah, I did. I's standin' over there by
girl just need loving
And her think love ain't nun but bad
But, He kno love is good for something
(She's a)
Bhad girl. She Bhadd
(Just Bhad)
A running
on the dick it ain't nothin' but a lil' flight (woo)
I can supply the dick if you workin' them hips right (woo)
I can give her a tip if she workin' them lips
bitch
Ain't caught me by surprise, knew you'd switch lil bitch
Uh, uh, uh, uh
This a Phantom lil bitch
Roof on the other car panorama lil bitch
I'ma peel
I ain't no nigga, fuck that shit
Does everything come out your mouth got to be a 4-letter word?
The way you talk about women is bullshit, plain
Gonna say
Livin' fast like a bad thing
Ice cream dreams
No man on the scene
Say you gonna be my woman
Girl we ain't gonna take it slow
I didn't know what
best college education
They are smart but they couldn't hold on to my heart
She's awesome
Everything a man wants in a woman
Baby girl, you're one
, regular
Oh (regular)
Oh (regular)
Oh (regular)
Oh (regular)
I hit from the back if it's wet enough
I hit it again while she dressin' up
I want you
Molly she the party (that hoe the party)
She keeps a nigga jolly (happy)
But you know that she need her dollars (cha ching)
Judy got booty (ooouuu)
of pretty, but she got enormous titties
Know I'm worth a fortune, she just want a brand new Porsche or Bentley
Had a few abortions, unfortunately, I forced
you tell mad lies
Can see it in his eyes
But if he leave She'll cry
Guess that the sacrifice
And then the love comes by
And it just dry her eyes
can't sleep
I can lay the pipe down, but my heart is iced out
Yeah, pretty bad bitch, she like the jeans from fashion nova
Yeah, this hoe got high
sick, better get that coffin'
I say coffin', you can say casket
They're so trash but where's the waste basket?
Where's my hat and where's my straight
the pushing
Can't be likin' out here, I ain't no motherfuckin' rookie
Put a switch on a Glock, turn a semi to a fully
Real life, you a bitch, you ain't no
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