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french montana – bad b*tch (feat. jeremih) by french montana lyrics

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got a good thing goin’ with a bad b-tch
you know who to call when you need it
wish i had another you, i’m greedy
sometimes like that n-gga get greedy
got d-mn i fell in love with a bad b-tch
you know that every time you leave me
even though i know how men be talkin’
i just know that n-gga wanna be me
came in here and fell in love with a bad b-tch
back then she ain’t have sh-t
now she grown up, she got -ss, t-ts
wanna know where she got that -ss at
she hit my heart, a toot, toot on it
she got a dump truck, i put a boot on it
don’t mind spendin’ this loot on it
treat her like my whip, i put some shoes on her
got a dump truck, put a boot on her
i don’t mind trickin’, spendin’ loot on her
walk up in the club, and toot, toot on her
she’s a bad b-tch, put shoes on her
god d-mn, fell in love with a bad b-tch
said, “french, take me to paris”
dominican mami from cali
i said, “gon’ bend it over, let me grab it”
i said, “gon’ bend it over, make it nasty”
walked up in the club, rollin’, stevie wonder gl-sses
i ain’t lookin’ at you n-ggas, lookin’ way past you
young, fly, g’s up, pocket full of cash
you know where to find me, you know when you need me
all my dogs eat, they’ll tell you i ain’t greedy
i ain’t gon’ love her, too much to leave her
i ain’t goin’ public, surely is easy
pull up with my n-ggas, make a move
red light, green light, no it ain’t gucci
used to walk up in the store, couldn’t afford that
now i walk up in the store, buyin’ all that
drink it to the head, man, n-gga feelin’ woozy
pull up in the old school, boy i’m on some new sh-t
red to the head, man we gettin’ all that
and shorty phone answers, she don’t ever call back
and i can see why these n-ggas hate me
pull up in a drop and the watch 80
pull up to the front but a n-gga faded
got a new crib and the sh-t gated
came from the bottom, watch a n-gga ball out
drink it to the head, smoke ’til you fall out
countin’ up this money, n-gga, keep the door locked
all my n-ggas gettin’ to this money, no lie



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