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3two1 – bad bitch lyrics


[hook: meezy]
i need a bad b-tch (bad b-tch bad b-tch)
i know what to do when they all coming through
i need a bad b-tch (bad b-tch bad b-tch)
get the job done, i’ma hit it and run

[verse 1: the rookie]
ya, n0body’s perfect but a bad b-tch
let me tell you something bout a bad b-tch, just a tad bit
p-ssy wetter than a m-th-f-ckin’ rapid
p-ssy so sweet no sugar added
booty that attracts me like a magnet
her legs open and close like a cabinet
up top double d’s two handed
when she drops to her knees oooh dammit
puts a finger in her p-ssy gotta hand it
clean-shaven but a strip gotta land it
now that’s my m.o., bad b-tch h-llo
wetter than a buzzer beater game 6 melo

[verse 2: wet]
i need one, want one, gotta have one
don’t want no mediocre, want a bad one
nothing in her louis, but a magnum
i see her in my future biff tannen
she make me have to woosah
little mama got a rack, i got them pool b-lls
-ss gigantic from the back just like a u-haul
so much -ss in the bathroom needed two stalls
she a cowgirl, she get low
she riding on the d-ck and she swallow too
she powerful, when she let it go
she bounce that -ss up and down follow through
when you need a bad b-tch nothing else will do
she the type to smile when you call her ratchet
a freak, a bop, a thot, i’m telling you
this what i’m looking for, i need a bad b-tch

[verse 3: suenz]
ay thot, ay thick thot
how yo -ss fat like rick ross?
waist skinny, chris rock
i ain’t wasting time, no trash to throw away my wristw-tch
invite me to your spot, come on and let me see that thang drop
yea, girl i’m playing but i’m down to f-ck
janky rappers must not really turn you on huh?
that’s why they sent me over to you like an envelope
be cautious with your chick cause if i holler then it’s vamanos
yea, and now i’m only taking dimers
plan is to smash never take her to a diner
game so tight, flow so recliner
so she let me paint her p-ssy walls like primer
if i smashed it, i p-ssed it, go after baddies with accents
she ain’t in pageants, i’m jammin’
it smell like salmon, i’m fastin’
i stretch that p-ssy elastic
she doing flips like gymnastic
her p-ssy wet then i guess i’m swimming or rafting


[verse 4: d-lo]
yea she got her own money, swear this b-tch is with the sh-t
when she say say she need some good, that b-tch talking bout the d-ck
look, 10 bands on me, twenty-eight up in his clip too
a gangsta with his sh-t, with a lisp and a chipped tooth
i love them bad b-tches, and on my mama i ain’t f-cking with them mad b-tches
she got a booty like a donkey, her purse got them bands in it
n-gga i’m a pimp so you know i got my hands in it
me and my b-tch we be ridin’ like we n-ggas
you could be beyonce, i’ll be jigga
red bottoms on leave them on that’s that grown sh-t
since you had a long day, i’ma give you long d-ck
i got a weakness for them b-tches with they own sh-t
that’s why she h-lla bad, that’s why she h-lla thick
she a mixed b-tch she just look white
without a real n-gga by you, it don’t look right