bbymutha - bbc lyrics
[intro]:
yeah
mommy you’re so cute! hehe!
say it one more time…
yeah
[verse]:
i’m a bad b-tch n-gga you can’t k!ll me
no you can’t smoke me out, just hunnid dollar bill me
these n-ggas k!ll me acting like i owe ‘em something
a grown woman, i won’t sacrifice myself for nothing
i’m going places, making plays, i got a bigger vision
i’m tired of 20 dollar booty calls and supervision
you was a star until you went and tried to play the moon
you broke my heart and then i turned into a f-cking goon
yeah i’m a bad b-tch, n-gga, you can’t k!ll me
no you can’t take me out i can’t show you the real me
smoking colorado dope, keep ya mid grade d-ck
burning money all week on my hot girl sh-t
i’m a bad b-tch, n-gga, you can’t k!ll me
i’ve been my own f-cking shooter for a while, b-tches funny style
acting like a child – i got four of those
i’m not tryna keep up compet-tion with you silly hoes
beefing over clothes, hating from outside the club
‘cause they n-gga show me love
as if he could ever handle me
i can take your n-gga but that sh-t don’t take away from you
these n-ggas never bout it, better love on you mo’ betta, boo
tell ‘em i’m a bad b-tch, n-gga, you can’t k!ll me
yeah you can take me out the hood but b-tch i’m still me
i’m not gon’ switch up my persona for no white folks
i’m not gon’ bite or swallow tongues cause b-tch i might choke
i need a whip that’s clean enough to check my makeup in
‘cause you know mirrors treat you better then a f-cking friend
they blending in so they be aggy when you standing out
was sposed to shine together, now you acting cubic, i’m a diamond
i’m a bad b-tch n-gga you can’t k!ll me
i put it on him when i wanna and he pay me
he don’t like my pockets empty, he don’t play me
but he won’t keep me cause i can’t give him a baby
f-ck it, i’m a bad b-tch n-gga you can’t k!ll me
i used dream about the day that you would k!ll me
was tryna feel you but you wasn’t the real you
you gotta facetime your kids and i know that ain’t cool
keep n-ggas out from round my kids because they never stay
it ain’t no uncle mike, no momma’s friend, no uncle ray
i gotta look out for my lil one’s, that’s f-cking gang
put a hole in you for one of them, it ain’t a thing
keep n-ggas out from round my kids because they never stay
it ain’t no uncle mike, no momma’s friend, no uncle ray
i gotta look out for my lil one’s, that’s f-cking gang
put a hole in you for one of them, it ain’t a thing, b-tch!
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