Lyrics:
What it is, ho? What's up?
Every good girl needs a little thug
Every block boy needs a little love
If he put it down, I'ma pick it up, up, up
crows
Girl your mom and daddy ain't gotta know
If you want a bad boy then baby you got it
Got a bad toy sittin' in the parkin' lot
Take you to the wrong
back before the rooster crows
Girl your mom and daddy ain't gotta know
If you want a bad boy then baby you got it
Got a bad toy sittin' in
all the boys wanna be my baby
6 rings on me like my last name Brady
I get a little bit high
Just enough to get by
Fighting demons in my mind
I get
You got me poisoned by your love baby
You got me poisoned by your touch baby
Touch me here, touch me there, touch me everywhere
Let me take control
bad yea
Be my little bad girl
Oh, work me baby
Shaking it the way I like
I'm ready to be bad
I need a bad girl
Super bad yea
Be my little bad girl
Da
Don't want to leave you empty-handed
Well, I agree that wouldn't be fair
Take along a little something to remember me by
A little something to show
Feels so good to be a bad girl
He's making me be a bad girl
Feels so good to be a bad girl
I've been tied down
by him for too damn long
I've had my share
more daddy's little girl)
You a big girl now, in a world, where these niggas are foul
You could be aborting the next Michael Jordan
Your man don't
Let's have this baby
Oh, baby, come on, come on
(Come on, come on)
Let's bring another life into this world
A little boy, a little girl
Let's put
I like ya little sexy style
Love it when you getting wild (I see you)
Girl in the club with me
(Come over here, let me talk to you for a minute, I
I like ya little sexy style
Love it when you getting wild (I see you)
Girl in the club with me
(Come over here, let me talk to you for a minute, I
All my little bad bitches in here
If you came to get ratchet, say "yeah"
Baby, touch your toes
We can get freaky, have an episode
Tell me is ya with
His performance had given me a bad jolt
For a moment I thought his mind had snapped
That he actually believed he was being attacked by invisible
crazy, something says baby, yeah, maybe you're that girl
That girl, that girl, that girl
That girl she's a sugar sweet drive-by
Hold my dreams in her blue
and pick up (and pick up)
She callin' my phone, might pick up (brr)
She too bad, I might miss her (rich)
Talk to me, baby (talk)
You's a prissy little
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
Love me tonight girl, we won't meet again
Don't fight the feeling, 'cause love ain't a cent
Let your body decide what it does
It's okay baby
things
Good girls (Girls!)
Can do bad bad things
Girls, girls, girls, girls!
I'm such a good good girl... yeah ahh
You call me a baby
But that don't mean
She's bad! The girl is bad!
Bad! The lady is bad!
Now the kid was kick-back, lining the cut
Eatin' some fish and chips
And this freaky little
Baby girl you give me joy and excitement
I promise I'm never ke o thaide
Even though I got a girl you my side chick
I call you my girl, never my B
moved to the West Coast
And he fell in love when he got out there to this young girl
Aw, man, she was out of sight. She was bad
And then they started
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