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juss russ - shortie bad lyrics

[intro: bryson tiller & juss russ]
(girl, girl, girl)
haha
it’s b tiller, baby
(girl, girl, girl)
juss russ, come on

[bridge: bryson tiller]
i got a bad lil’ crush on mommy
shawty down, fine too, lil’ mommy
she got a bad lil’ waist, nice body
shawty bad, i think i really want you girl

[verse 1: juss russ]
she in her own cl-ss, sittin’ up on top of the world
but she a bad chick, she a wonderful girl
i put her on the front page ’cause she the baddest around
i used to play her to the left, but now i’m holding it down
i like to make it real mad ’cause she cute when she frown
when we together, we the baddest, so we running the town
laughing at the competition they’ll be runnin’ for miles
tryna catch up with the girl with the hell of a style
i got a crush, but it’s cool ’cause i’ve been crushin’ a while
shawty ask me what i’m thinking, girl, i’m thinking that out
get your number, it’s about to be a blunder girl
first comes the rain, i’m ’bout to make a thunder, girl
i take you under, hope you’re not unsure
introducing juss russ, the twelve wonder
mama short and she bad, i know she feelin’ glad
she met me a the j mall and left with shopping bags

[chorus: bryson tiller]
i got a bad lil’ crush on mommy
shorty 5 foot 2, lil’ mommy
she got a bad little waist, nice body
shorty bad and i really think i want you girl
need you girl
got you girl
shorty bad and i really think i want you girl
need you girl
got you girl

[verse 2: juss russ]
ayy
d-mn shorty, what it do?
i really think you’re cool, plus you know you’re kinda cute
and umm
i love the way you move it like popcorn
my type [?], i like to hit it with the lights on
’cause you the one i got my sights on
everybody lookin’ you ain’t even got your brights on
d-mn, are we drinkin it, baby?
best i ever had, yeah, we makin’ it baby
you a down as chick
ride or die type, she got the ride or die pink whip
and she a first cl-ss trip
spent the summer with miami, now she my honey dip (forreal?)
you the breathe to my world
i had to make a song for this one special girl
and if you hear my put your hands up
all the bad mamas in the world please stand up

[bridge: juss russ & bryson tiller]
[?], on the sidelines, rootin’ for a brilliant mind
made it to our climax and i played this part a thousand times
pocketfull of money, but i swear you are my favorite dime
everytime you leave you find me searching for the perfect rhyme
i’m careful with my words, you know i always been the thoughtful type, i know it makes you mad, but girl i love your mom, she taught you how to knock they socks off, raised you as the bomb and everytime you think of me i hope you picture every song
man, i’m thinkin’ ’bout this pleasant girl with the nice aroma
wearing 6 inch heels, i swear she’ll never never loan ’em
she’s a certified knockout
call her manny pacquiao
she shinin’ like the golden globe, she ready for a blackout

- juss russ lyrics

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