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bia – badside lyrics

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[intro]
i swear if you m-th-f-ckas knew better, you’d do better. on god, n-gg-! y’all n-gg-s swear you fly, you a m-th-f-ckin’ lie, got dammit! b-tch -ss n-gg-s know it, though. ain’t n-body seein’ bia, i don’t give a f-ck who it is. sia, lia, ria, cria, whatever n-gg-. ain’t n-body seein’ her! i put a bag on that shit! f-ck ya! a bag, hoe! you can’t even get that! lil weak -ss. get back, lil b-tch. get back!

[hook]
cardo still trappin’ off a ipad
screen dead broke, we could see though
why you still checkin’ on my bag?
keep ya eyes on ya own c-notes
old hoes bitin’ on my swag
still n-body i’d rather be though
say you been movin’ them bricks, still claimin’ you the shit, like yeah n-gg- we know
f-ck wit’ me (aye!)
f-ck wit’ me (aye!)
f-ck wit’ me (aye!)
f-ck wit’ me (aye!)

[verse 1]
hoe, i got grown women
they feelin’ like mini-me’s?
hoe, i got my homegirls
that turned into frienemies
don’t f-ck wit’ my badside
don’t f-ck up my energy
they can’t buy no opinions
can’t cash checks with the jealousy
b-tch, i feel like brady
been fightin’ the odds ’cause they hate me
someone tell ’em that i won
someone tell ’em i’m the one
someone tell ’em they should thank me
aye
gucci down, gucci down
only time i’m feelin’ snakey
wipe me down, wipe me down
b-tch, i’m wavy like in the navy

say she don’t go both ways, but a b-tch’ll go g-y for rihanna
yellow diamonds all on my arm, got me feelin’ like grey poupon
in the wraith in my yard
only place i see stars (aye)
on the run from the law
the only way i’m at large

[hook]
cardo still trappin’ off a ipad
screen dead broke, we could see though
why you still checkin’ on my bag?
keep ya eyes on ya own c-notes
old hoes bitin’ on my swag
still n-body i’d rather be though
say you been movin’ them bricks, still claimin’ you the shit, like yeah n-gg- we know
f-ck wit’ me (aye!)
f-ck wit’ me (aye!)
f-ck wit’ me (aye!)
f-ck wit’ me (aye!)

[verse 2]
boy you ain’t no goal for me
you not in my pedigree
so i cannot f-ck wit’ ya
we ain’t got the chemistry
’cause you just a broke boy
i laugh in the bank like a parody
how you look fake as yo diamonds?
i can see just by the clarity
i’d rather be rich than famous
til they knowin’ what my name is
christian, chanel is my fragrance
blowin’ money, could you blame us?
still ain’t never ever change up
never ever let my reign up
6 rings on my fingers
runnin’ la like a laker (sheesh!)

[hook]
cardo still trappin’ off a ipad
screen dead broke, we could see though
why you still checkin’ on my bag?
keep ya eyes on ya own c-notes
old hoes bitin’ on my swag
still n-body i’d rather be though
say you been movin’ them bricks, still claimin’ you the shit, like yeah n-gg- we know
f-ck wit’ me (aye!)
f-ck wit’ me (aye!)
f-ck wit’ me (aye!)
f-ck wit’ me (aye!)



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