the bad bitch anthem - priceless da roc lyrics
[verse 1: priceless da roc]
i like the bad b-tches, that’s what i’m into
when it comes to getting money, she knows what to do
she asking diddy hela pretty with the whole crew
i let the hammer come nail her yeah she getting screwed
she got a job and her own car
roll up the bars so she f-ck like a p-rnstar
she vip when she step in
k!lling these hoes, she’s a close like a weapon
and the p-ssy good, its the wettest mama
the streets is like a runway and she a primadona
them red bottoms, all the bad b-tches got em
when you spot em, all the real n-ggas want em
yeah, i don’t do it for the ratchets
i do it for the ones that be glamorous
do it for the stuck up girls with an att-tude who act vicious
so if you’re looking for the kid
[hook]
you can find me with the bad b-tches
and i be chillin with the bad b-tches
and i don’t do it for the ratchets, i do it for the bad b-tches
sippin my dranks, hoodie on me
sippin my dranks, hoodie on me
and i don’t do it for the ratchets, i do it for the bad b-tches
you can find me with the bad b-tches
[verse 2: kafani]
real from the hood, made her way out
living off a n-gga being played out
you can miss her with that lame -ss trick sh-t
so spend stacks on the make up and lipstick
red bottoms, you know she got em
the gucci louie prada never been a problem
flexin on them ratchet -ss hoes, in a 9 debetty you can’t roll
see i’m on a flow, bad b-tch patrol
nose up, b-tches telling thirsty n-gga no
stuntin on them no, running through them stacks like a dope boy
good job, new p-rno, no boy
broke hoes, can’t hang, broke n-ggas get fake numbers fake names
she know the difference from a thrill and a f-ck n-gga
she don’t wanna drink, whole cl!ck bottled up n-gga
[hook]
you can find me with the bad b-tches
and i be chillin with the bad b-tches
and i don’t do it for the ratchets, i do it for the bad b-tches
sippin my dranks, hoodie on me
sippin my dranks, hoodie on me
and i don’t do it for the ratchets, i do it for the bad b-tches
you can find me with the bad b-tches
[verse 3: beeda weeda]
need me a bad b-tch, fat -ss, long hair, thicker than the average
ballin like the mavericks, stuntin in the rarri
baby from the far east, every night she party
hennesy, bacardi, s-xy call her barbie
baby is a dime piece, 20 on the time piece
get money, shake -ss, swag swerve on the day get cash
i’m a boss b-tch, love a boss chick
make hela green cell thick boss thin
still a trick like base is lofting
super s-xy though, mama is a quarter piece
never ratchet though, we keep it crackin ho
east all to california, keep it mackin ho
tennis shoe pimpin, you can call it mcenroe
sippin on patron counting money cause we ‘
[hook]
you can find me with the bad b-tches
and i be chillin with the bad b-tches
and i don’t do it for the ratchets, i do it for the bad b-tches
sippin my dranks, hoodie on me
sippin my dranks, hoodie on me
and i don’t do it for the ratchets, i do it for the bad b-tches
you can find me with the bad b-tches
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