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ddg - what u bad for lyrics

[intro: ddg]
yeah (tuned up), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (ayo, sheff), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, huh

[chorus: ddg]
i can’t f+ck with her if she ain’t got no passport (let’s go)
she go to the doc so she can see her ass more (huh)
humble when we shop, i had to tell her, “grab more” (okay)
you don’t spend yo’ money, what i’m buyin’ bags for? (whew)
you know you that b+tch, i think that you should brag more (whew)
shorty don’t get tired, she f+ck ’til her ass sore (f+ck)
caught that n+gga cheatin’, what the f+ck you sad for? (whew)
get another n+gga, bae, that’s what you bad for

[verse 1: ddg]
yeah, she so godd+mn bad, she d+mn near dangerous
her ex n+gga thought about k!llin’ himself when she left, and i don’t blame him
yeah, that p+ssy expensive, i’m ready to make that payment
if she in control of my heart and she f+ckin’ me good, i’ma make her famous
yeah, they cappin’ and sh+t on the blogs, they think i’m a bum, but f+ck that sh+t
i like when they countin’ me out, ’cause i know i’m that n+gga, i love that sh+t
when i’m takin’ her shopping, she askin’ me if she can get it, i told her ass, “duh, i’m rich”

i’m playin’ with millions, lil’ baby, this sh+t ain’t trickin’
she know how to cook and clean, i buy her celine, she take these inches (come on)
i normally f+ck ’em and leave, it’s something about you, like bae you different
how the f+ck is you a bad b+tch? you f+ck good and you listen (huh)
[chorus: ddg, ddg & real boston richey]
i can’t f+ck with her if she ain’t got no passport (let’s go)
she go to the doc so she can see her ass more (huh)
humble when we shop, i had to tell her, “grab more” (okay)
you don’t spend yo’ money, what i’m buyin’ bags for? (whew)
you know you that b+tch, i think that you should brag more (whew)
shorty don’t get tired, she f+ck ’til her ass sore (f+ck)
caught that n+gga cheatin’, what the f+ck you sad for? (whew)
get another n+gga, bae, that’s what you bad for (whew)

[verse 2: real boston richey]
hey, hey
i can’t f+ck on a b+tch that f+cked a runner
i’m too piped up, no shade, can’t f+ck on a b+tch that’s whippin’ hondas
i got a football team of hoes, twelve deep like travis hunter
prolly be single like ddg, i tried to f+ck my b+tch wit’ a condom
she ain’t goin’ for that
n+gga ain’t bought you sh+t in six months, how the f+ck you goin’ for that?
n+gga done offered two k for the p+ssy, b+tch, you goin’ for that?
n+gga be goin’ out sad about the p+ssy, like a b+tch won’t born wit’ that
she ain’t sellin’ that p+ssy to get a bag, then b+tch, i’m done with that
i spend that cheese, nothin’ like your last n+gga
type of n+gga to buy a flight overseas just to get her ass bigger
play wit’ my b+tch, i’m uppin’ that switch, this b+tch here got a fast trigger
turn an easy b+tch to a bad b+tch, just ’cause my bag bigger
[chorus: ddg]
i can’t f+ck with her if she ain’t got no passport (go)
she go to the doc so she can see her ass more (huh)
humble when we shop, i had to tell her, “grab more” (okay)
you don’t spend yo’ money, what i’m buyin’ bags for? (mm)
you know you that b+tch, i think that you should brag more (whew)
shorty don’t get tired, she f+ck ’til her ass sore (f+ck)
caught that n+gga cheatin’, what the f+ck you sad for? (whew)
get another n+gga, bae, that’s what you bad for (whew)

[outro: ddg]
whew, whew, whew, whew, whew, whew, whew
shh

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