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bby kodie - bad lyrics

{intro]
yeah, yeah
baby, yeah
say she, she say she, she say she, she say she (yeah, alright, cool)

[chorus]
she say she love me, i say, “get in line”
she just want my bags, want my cash, want me spendin’ time
not even tryna brag, but she bad, that hoe one+a+kind
michael jackson, bad, hit a (“uh!”) when i broke her spine
i’m not tryna talk, i know your type and y’all hoes always lyin’
she just want my bags, want my cash, that sh+t outta line
and that sh+t so sad ’cause she bad, that hoe one+a+kind
michael jackson+michael jackson, ba+(oh!), when i brokе her spine
i’m not tryna talk, i know your type

[verse]
f+ck you mеan, i’m not that nice?
f+ck you mean, i ain’t got that stripe?
f+ck you mean, you don’t like my height?
f+ck you mean, he ain’t ’bout that life
f+ck with me and sh+t on sight
you ain’t got guns, n+gga, we’ll fight
we ain’t internet, n+gga, won’t type (ay, ay)
ay, ay, ay
and that’s it (woo)
i’m prolly on somethin’ new, y’all n+ggas prolly still on my d+ck (ay)
prolly f+ckin’ your hoe, while that hoe tryin’ on+on my rick (ooh
prolly make a six+figure check next month, i don’t know, ain’t quit, ay
might cop the new la ferrari then teach your hoe to drive stick
y’all n+ggas ain’t built like me, y’all don’t talk sh+t, ay
y’all don’t got will like me, your whole life on wrist, ay
i got so rich, put your whole life on my wrist, ay
n+gga tried to cross me and got crossed up by my fist, ay
same one you blocked me from callin’ me about this
[chorus]
she say she love me, i say, “get in line”
she just want my bags, want my cash, want me spendin’ time
not even tryna brag, but she bad, that hoe one+a+kind
michael jackson, bad, hit a (“uh!”) when i broke her spine
i’m not tryna talk, i know your type and y’all hoes always lyin’
she just want my+she just want my cash, that sh+t outta line
and that sh+t so sad ’cause she bad, that hoe one+a+kind
michael jackson+michael jackson, ba+(“uh!”), when i broke her spine
i’m not tryna talk, i know your type

- bby kodie lyrics

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