bad b!tch - thomas gilltrap lyrics
[chorus]
i’ma bad b*tch, yeah, do whatever i do
skin of my t**th, i don’t vibe like i used to
wanna rock with me, there’s some sh*t you needa get used to
i don’t like to speak but i don’t flake and i won’t use you
(now then fryer, let’s waste no more time)
mystery girl tryna date, she dropping hints, i’m on my blues clues
powder got me strapping to the sugar like a true fruit
and i don’t f*ck with insta, too much sh*t on there be too true
[verse]
didn’t pass the practical, another month of walking
you and i can’t really chat unless you do the talking
i’ve been living in my hеad, these peoplе knocking
i ain’t getting outta my bed, i don’t care if my mama calling
(i am very glad to see you)
i feel dead, my mind is consistently touring
even though i’m ’bout my bread i like it better when i’m balling
my bank account is empty thanks to sh*t that i been snorting
everywhere i go, n0body knows me
people tryna sus me out like “h*llo mr. nosey”
rocking rosy rings and bet my pockets full of posies
every chick i hit be talkin’ “why did thomas ghost me?”
and every track i make is just my ego tryna roast me
and still amongst my friends i wonder why these people chose me
i don’t come from no ends but it still ain’t easy to toast me
i put out for the crowd and don’t let n0body get closed to me
[chorus]
i’ma bad b*tch, yeah, do whatever i do
skin of my t**th, i don’t vibe like i used to
wanna rock with me, there’s some sh*t you needa get used to
i don’t like to speak but i don’t flake and i won’t use you
(now then fryer, let’s waste no more time)
mystery girl tryna date, she dropping hints, i’m on my blues clues
powder got me strapping to the sugar like a true fruit
and i don’t f*ck with insta, too much sh*t on there be too true
[refrain]
i’ma bad b*tch, yeah, do whatever i do
skin of my t**th, i don’t vibe like i used to
wanna rock with me, there’s some sh*t you needa get used to
i don’t like to speak but i don’t flake and i won’t use you
(now then fryer, let’s waste no more time)
mystery girl tryna date, she dropping hints, i’m on my blues clues
powder got me strapping to the sugar like a true fruit
and i don’t f*ck with insta, too much sh*t on there be too true
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