dreezy - bad bitch lyrics
[hook]
bad b-tch
i’m slaying all these hoes, i’m a savage
ain’t with no basic sh-t, i’m not your average
feelin’ like i’m kobe, i ain’t giving n-ggas p-sses
yeah i get it but i go hustle like i ain’t had sh-t
if i got paid to p-ss you b-tches off i’d be mad rich
flexing on the gram but broke in person, that’s a catfish
got her own money and a crib, now that’s a bad b-tch
[verse 1]
gave mercy to these hoes, what would jesus do?
somebody got to take a loss, sh-t it was me or you
mean mugging in the ghost, they yellin’ beetlejuice
my n-ggas with me got more stripes than an adidas suit
i took a break from all the hype to let you b-tches get practice
they want me to give my seat up like i’m angela b-ssett
probably catch me in the closet like i’m coming out
hope b-tches just as good on foot the way they run they mouth
your man outside and what he drive was the only challenge
first date, hundred a plate, that’s how i know he got it
get you touched the first defense so n-ggas know we ’bout it
trippin’, have you swimmin’ out on stoney island, this ain’t no emoji battle
numbers start doubling when they mention my name
i seen the c-ckiest, gift of god and as quick as they came
somebody call the traffic guard, these n-ggas out of they lane
i bet these b-tches gon’ respect me like a pimp with a cane
[hook]
bad b-tch
i’m slaying all these hoes, i’m a savage
ain’t with no basic sh-t, i’m not your average
feelin’ like i’m kobe, i ain’t giving n-ggas p-sses
yeah i get it but i go hustle like i ain’t had sh-t
if i got paid to p-ss you b-tches off i’d be mad rich
flexing on the gram but broke in person, that’s a catfish
got her own money and a crib, now that’s a bad b-tch
[verse 2]
i’ma let you n-ggas run with the hype
your favorite b-tch on instagram don’t look like that in real life
your favorite n-gga in my dm’s but ain’t even my type
and your favorite rapper should be acting cause she don’t even write
talk of the town, i walk around like i woke up with a crown
these b-tches tryna take the sauce but they can’t f-ck with the sound
you always with a yes man, i keep real n-ggas around
put in that work ’til we proud, we got this sh-t off the ground
and i’m still fine with no makeup so i’m slayin’ hoes when i leave man
second time getting top from the same n-gga, call this sh-t a recap
got the roof down with the seat back and a middle finger to the feedback
i heard rumors sayin’ i went broke, only hating hoes will believe that
this sh-t mean more than a trophy
and sh-t you know you got that dope when b-tches tryna get nosy
no matter what day of the week i’ma get high like i’m smokey
i keep it charged like a mophie, don’t let these b-tches provoke me
[hook]
bad b-tch
i’m slaying all these hoes, i’m a savage
ain’t with no basic sh-t, i’m not your average
feelin’ like i’m kobe, i ain’t giving n-ggas p-sses
yeah i get it but i go hustle like i ain’t had sh-t
if i got paid to p-ss you b-tches off i’d be mad rich
flexing on the gram but broke in person, that’s a catfish
got her own and a crib, now that’s a bad b-tch
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