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bad lil bish - b.o.b lyrics

[chorus: b.o.b & black boe]
she don’t f*ck with none of my friends
got her own money, own bands
naw, she don’t fold under pressure
and when i touch her she gon’ make that ass bend
that’s a bad little b*tch, that’s a bad little b*tch
that’s a bad little b*tch, that’s a bad little b*tch
no, 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 b*tches tongue on my necklace
huh, that’s a bad little b*tch, that’s a bad little b*tch
that’s a bad little b*tch, that’s a bad little b*tch
[verse 1: baby tate]
yeah, he said he want a bad little b*tch
whole lotta ass, no tits
causе a scene ’cause my prеsence sick
never need a n*gga bag i’m rich
and tell them broke hoes don’t say that line
i got place card i don’t wait in line
i can take your man, give him back, spin the block, pass around b*tch you ain’t taking mine
i can’t decide on the benz or the beam
body a knockout i’m still in them dreams
all these red bottoms got sensitive feet
steppin’ b*tches could never be me
’cause i go hard never delicately
i make ’em hard finna bust out them scales
when he seen you he was soft as a kleenex, what do that mean b*tch, what do you think
uum, he wanna f*ck on a bad hoe, f*ck his ex b*tch she a mad hoe
i don’t argue i just give him mad throat
give me [?] and versace bathrobes
n*ggas pocket watching i got mad dough
east side, candler road
he like the way that my belly roll
brown skin look like kelly rowland, tate

[chorus: b.o.b & black boe]
she don’t f*ck with none of my friends
got her own money, own bands
naw, she don’t fold under pressure
and when i touch her she gon’ make that ass bend
that’s a bad little b*tch, that’s a bad little b*tch
that’s a bad little b*tch, that’s a bad little b*tch
no, 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 b*tches tongue on my necklace
huh, that’s a bad little b*tch, that’s a bad little b*tch
that’s a bad little b*tch, that’s a bad little b*tch
[verse 2:b.o.b & black boe]
check, look, she wanna scr*pe up the plate
she wanna play, i wanna play
she from [?] yeah
yeah that’s my b*tch call her bae, yeah
all of her friends is bad, they kids is bad, you know that she bad news
shorty was moving too fast to f*ck in the car, gotta f*ck in the bathroom (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
bad little bitty from the city, side be with me, main be with me
ren and stimpy, plenty henny, split it 50/50
tint the bentley [?]
she ’bout to come out that fenty, fenty
i’m ’bout to bust out that jammy, jammy
honestly you can’t offend me, *fend me
kings of the south, i’m authentic
*thentic, *thentic, *thentic, i’m the illest n*gga in it
and i’m [?] then i snap, they bought 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 p*ssy i been in
bad little b*tch, never get in her feelings

- b o b lyrics

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