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vip (baddest in da club) - rositacashlinda lyrics

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intro:
muah!
margiela!

verse 1:
girl, i’m so tired of that man always talking his sh*t
keep texting my phone like i’m his b*tch
every night i got out he’s always having a fit
but imma take somebody’s man and we gon’ get lit

imma twerk this ass and imma shake my tits
have em’ throwing bills, like i’m the birthday b*tch

it’s unreal when he feel down below
and when we get home, imma offer a full show

so pour a drink in my cup and let’s raise them high
because i know somebody getting f*cked tonight
we the baddest in the club, repping vip
and if a b*tch got a problem, she could come see mе

chorus:
(what?)
baddest in the club
(ohhhhh!)
vip, uhh
(okay!)
and if a b*tch got a problem, shе could come see me
verse 2:
here he go again, ringing my phone
these n*ggas can’t leave a bad b*tch alone (ugh)
it’s because i got the juice, and it’s real fruity
he got a sweet tooth, i taste like candy

girl, i’ll be right back (girl…)
let me read his ass (nooo)
all he do is call and never cough up the cash (oh no, b*tch)
it’ll be real quick, i won’t take long
bae waiting over there to give me that dong

bridge:
stop f*cking calling me, i don’t wanna flirt!
i know you saw my snap cause all you do is lurk!

bump on a log, everyday at home
get up, get a job!
fly a b*tch to prague!

n*gga, f*ck miami
i’m not acting cute and dandy!
pressing me on the phone, i don’t do that sh*t!

a b*tch like me always got them shooters handy
i’ll say it in español, but you won’t understand me!
verse 3:
girl, we gon’ twerk our ass (ayee)
and we gon’ shake our tits (ahh)
another shot cause we know these n*ggas ain’t sh*t (f*ck him)
wait, hold on, i’m drunk? am i the birthday b*tch?
don’t matter, either way imma still leave rich

took my patek out the case
cop a body, no trace
b*tch got her body done, still don’t got a pretty face

can’t relate i got both and galactic p*ssy
send him into deep sp*ce, d*mn i think my sh*t laced
he came back and wanna start acting pushy (please)

i know i got that goodie, and i know it’s real gushy
finished after two minutes, d*mn i’m dealing with a rookie
this can’t happen again, really gotta be on my bully
and run a background check on who i’m letting eat the cookie

refrain:
rosita
baddest in the club
vip (uhh)
rosita
verse 4:
only hang with boss b*tches, that’s the energy
bad gyal in the rolls, sucking d*ck for free i’ll never be
he l!cky on my kitty, then he ate it up expertly
looked up, said it’s sweet
like honey from a k!ller bee

verse 5 (max margiela):
(margiela)
do i look like i give a f*ck?
because, i don’t! (i don’t)
flo milli
i do exactly what these b*tches won’t! (yeah!)

run the margaritas to my section, i’m sippin’
and y’all better be shaking y’all asses and dippin’

hoppin’ on the track, we some two hot b*tches
with some louboutin heels, nothing less than six inches
when y’all n*ggas in the spot, we be sn*tchin’ up they riches
you know why? cause they said we taste like candy
(jolly ranchers)

outro (max margiela):
oh, and you don’t gotta know
because when he coming home
i’m still gon’ drop it to the floor
(jolly ranchers)

- rositacashlinda lyrics

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