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cardi b & yg - she bad lyrics

[intro: yg]
4hunnid!
mustard on the beat ho

[chorus: yg]
dat -ss, dat -ss, dat -ss, dat -ss
dat -ss, dat -ss, dat -ss, dat -ss
she bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
she bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
gucci bag, gucci bag, gucci bag, fendi bag
prada bag, louis bag, gucci bag, gucci bag
birkin bag, she in the bag, she drip, she swag
never mad, she glad, louis bag, she in the bag

[verse 1: cardi b]
look, look
momma needs some mill money (cash)
prada bag and heel money
see my ex, he still love me (ha)
new n-gga ‘gon k!ll for me (yeah)
all my chains got diamonds in it (bling)
my account got commas in it (cash)
d-mn daddy, you fine as h-ll
i hope your wallet got condoms in it
i’m up, she mad, i’m first, she’s last (yeah)
rob who? take what? cl!ck-clack, ski-mask
i’m a boss in a skirt, i’m a dog, i’m a flirt
write a verse while i twerk, i wear off-white at church
prolly make the preacher sweat, read the bible, jesus wept
b-tch say that she gon’ try me, how come i ain’t seen it yet?
give it to him so good that his eyes roll back (huh?)
shorty said it’s all hers, why her thighs don’t match?

[verse 2: cardi b]
weave long, p-ssy bald, suck his d-ck through his drawers
l!ck the b-lls just because, lil b-tch, i evolved
i’m a monsta, mouth open wide like opera
face down, -ss up, i got perfect posture (woo)
it’s lit like a lamp, l!ck you like a stamp (yuh)
beat this p-ssy up (yuh) i take it like a champ (woo)
balenciaga momma, i know you heard about her
spoil me in prada, i’m worth every dollar (cash)
the one you made, could keep ’em (yeah)
i need chrissy teigen
know a bad b-tch when i see one (yeah, woo)
tell rih-rih i need a threesome
i’m his favorite type of chick, boujee, bad, and thick (uh)
i could buy designer, but this fashion nova fit
all that -ss (woo, woo, woo, woo)

[verse 3: yg]
she bad, in the bag, move slow, hit it fast
she ride me ’til i crash, 400 minutes, i last
she compliment my swag, all you n-ggas har-ss
all them b-tches wanna be her friend now, she laugh (hey now)
uh, uh, she buy her man a bentley coupe
uh, uh, she got n-ggas and b-tches, too
uh, uh, she wear off-white to church, ooh
uh, only birkin, not dooney & burke, woo
birkin bag, f-ck a tag, f-ck me, and she f-ck me bad
whispered in her ear, “you got these b-tches beat, they runnin’ laps”
you know you something special, you figured it out, you from the traps
step out wearin’ that dress, showin’ that -ss and it’s a f-ckin’ wrap

- cardi b yg lyrics

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