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bdg - bad bitch lyrics

bad b-tch yeah she wet f-ck your girl thats a bet shiny diamonds yeah baguettes im getting that money faster than a jet bad b-tch she a threat f-ck it had to get her wet shawty thought we was f-cking h-ll nah b-tch i just want the neck

she wanna ride the wave i beat on her coochie treat her like a slave p-ssy n-ggas ain’t brave if a n-gga run up then that n-gga get laid im chasing that paper can’t wait to get paid if a n-gga pull up put his -ss in the grave yeah yeah put his -ss in the grave

bad b-tch yeah she wet bad b-tch getting paper purple gold like the lakers want the p-ssy not later hoes mad wanna breakup lots of cash need to rake up f-ck a b-tch from nevada not a hero can’t save ya tie your shoes f-ck the laces bad b-tch with braces n-gga sneaking he a possum dirty drink robitussin designer drip from russia stop mumbling n-gga run not fighting put your guns up bad b-tch got her funds up

bad b-tch yeah she thick bad b-tch want the d-ck bad b-tch with the sh-t if a n-gga run up then that n-gga get hit these n-ggas got choppas yeah they let em hit if a n-gga want smoke then pull up in the bricks yeah yeah pull up in the bricks

young n-gga chasin paper bad b-tch imma shake her dumb n-gga you a hater im f-cking your b-tch but she know im a player chocolate b-tch she a baker im making her sing you can say that she taylor im getting this you know she gon chase she eating this d-ck like she eating a bagel

bad b-tch yeah she hot to bad she a thot dont run up on us you get popped can’t mess with these n-ggas they really some opps watch your body get dropped your body get dropped and get sent to the mail we got them guns we got them guns you n-ggas can’t sell can’t sell in the bricks you run up get done up get chopped like a chick yeah i run with some steppers we eating regardless we stacking our chips get shots to your hip we gunning you down we making you strip get shots to your hip we gunning you down we making you strip

f-cked the b-tch in front of her friends two nuts thats a pop lil gun he a opp big guns call the cops got weed come shop if a n-gga want smoke we pull up with the sticks n-gga playing got hit n-gga playing got split n-ggas they running we sending the blitz we cook your sh-t up and we flipping your sh-t choppa bullets let it hit p-ssy n-gga he a b-tch p-ssy n-gga he a snitch getting that paper we bout to get rich n-ggas ain’t sh-t they talking that sh-t whole lotta guns we call them hoes bl!cks

- bdg lyrics

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