bad b!tch party - gudda brvckin lyrics
[intro]
(hennessy made it)
(cj, this beat so cold)
[chorus: gudda brvckin]
huh, bad*b*tch party, them all my hoes
come kick it with a n*gga doin’ light shows
i know, ballin’ type, we eat at mastro’s
back then, they ain’t want me like i’m mike jones
bad*b*tch party, bad*b*tch party
it’s a bad*b*tch party, bad*b*tch party
bad*b*tch party, bad*b*tch party
it’s a bad*b*tch party, bad*b*tch party
[verse 1: gudda brvckin]
bad*b*tch party, me and bad b*tches only
if i came with the gang, she gon’ leave with the homie
and i’m still gettin’ cheese like it’s plain macaroni
b*tch came to my section when she know it’s members only
yeah, valid bags of jeans and i’m slidin’ and i’m dump (yeah)
she ain’t comin’ home ’cause that b*tch a quick pump
slim in the waist, lil’ shawty got a bump
yeah, clap, clap, clap, shе got junk in the trunk, yeah
i know a lil’ freaky shawty, shе from eight tray
p*ssy good, money good, and the head great
if you ain’t talkin’ ’bout no money, get your sh*t straight
and i ain’t worryin’ ’bout no n*gga, let a hater hate
bad*b*tch party, you ain’t bad, you can’t get in
this a big body, tell your friends they can fit in
sneak you out the club, this the whip you gettin’ hit in
like my b*tches bad, no cap, tell her get in
[chorus: gudda brvckin]
huh, bad*b*tch party, them all my hoes
come kick it with a n*gga doin’ light shows
i know, ballin’ type, we eat at mastro’s
back then, they ain’t want me like i’m mike jones
bad*b*tch party, bad*b*tch party
it’s a bad*b*tch party, bad*b*tch party
bad*b*tch party, bad*b*tch party
it’s a bad*b*tch party, bad*b*tch party
[verse 2: kalan.frfr]
bad b*tches only, bad b*tches on me
i know i’m that n*gga ’cause these bad b*tches told me
talkin’ like that p*ssy hittin’, you a bad b*tch, then show me
d*mn, you got an ass like trina, here a rollie
yeah, if you want that cuban, i’ll get it for you
if you want a n*gga that’s gon’ hit it, i’ll hit it for you
she a bad b*tches, she brought a couple bad b*tches for me
i’ll buy you anything you want, just don’t stop, yeah
she know she a bad b*tch, she a problem
way she sl*t a n*gga out, baby, let’s go shoppin’
yeah, i got bad b*tches eatin’ top ramen
yeah, twenty b*tches at the spot pilin’
and she know where the vibes at, she told me to slide addy
she a bad b*tch, when she text me, she say, “hi, daddy”
i’m a rich n*gga, baby, i’ll keep you in high fashion
you ain’t got no bad b*tches on you ’cause you not havin’, yeah
[chorus: gudda brvckin]
huh, bad*b*tch party, them all my hoes
come kick it with a n*gga doin’ light shows
i know, ballin’ type, we eat at mastro’s
back then, they ain’t want me like i’m mike jones
bad*b*tch party, bad*b*tch party
it’s a bad*b*tch party, bad*b*tch party
bad*b*tch party, bad*b*tch party
it’s a bad*b*tch party, bad*b*tch party
[verse 3: 03 greedo]
project party, pop a ten of lean
this a project carti, that’s an aston, not a benz
yeah, they got the same engine, but this look better on rims
you don’t need a bbl ’cause i love my b*tches slim
and you know i’m comin’ trim
i didn’t go to dapper dan, but i louis v’d the timbs
yeah, i’m backin’ doin’ drugs, b*tch, this my lifestyle
tried to fall in love, she got me cummin’ in her right now
doin’ my dance, put my hood up, chunk it
twenty*five bands for the diamonds on my gold t**th
face been slimmin’ down, so i’m back rockin’ the goatee
went platinum in prison, that’s thanks to my brother ohgees
on my dashboard, got big*bank uchies
don tolliver, been had kali uchis
i ain’t talkin’ ’bout the girl, that’s money in my city
let me leave them diamonds on your pearl if you f*ckin’ with me
[chorus: gudda brvckin]
huh, bad*b*tch party, them all my hoes
come kick it with a n*gga doin’ light shows
i know, ballin’ type, we eat at mastro’s
back then, they ain’t want me like i’m mike jones
bad*b*tch party, bad*b*tch party
it’s a bad*b*tch party, bad*b*tch party
bad*b*tch party, bad*b*tch party
it’s a bad*b*tch party, bad*b*tch party
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