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luh tyler - i heart bad bitches lyrics

[intro]
skii
skii, skii, skii, skii
ayy, ayy, yeah
(known to let that mac fly just like my n+gga doe, baow)
skii, gang, gang, gang

[chorus]
bad b+tches, bad b+tches, i love bad b+tches (bad b+tches)
pretty and she thick, i like how that ass sittin’, yeah (ooh, hoo)
turn me up, pop that p+ssy for me (skii)
really got that bag, i ain’t like your last n+gga (on god)
yeah, you fine, you s+xy, you a bad b+tch (a bad b+tch)
girl, you mine, f+ck your ex n+gga, he don’t have sh+t (he don’t have sh+t)
told her, “i like how you walk, how you talk, baby” (how you talk, baby)
yeah, you got your own bag, you a boss, baby (you a boss, baby, ayy)

[post+chorus]
boss b+tch, boss b+tch, i got a boss b+tch, yeah (boss b+tch)
hundred thousand for these chains, that’s a house, jit, yeah (ch+ching)
told your ho to give me brain, give me mouth, b+tch (ugh, ugh)
pockets lookin’ good, we ain’t trippin’ ’bout sh+t (on god)

[verse]
f+cked your ho to a song that ain’t еven out yet (ugh)
i done spеnt a couple bands on my f+ckin’ outfit (d+mn)
told lil’ baby i’m a dog, i just want the cat (purr)
she say, “if you throw them bands, i’ma throw it back” (ayy)
he was tryna be a trick, now he goin’ flat, yeah (flat)
b+tch took me as a joke, now she gettin’ cracked (she gettin’ cracked)
my b+tch bad, she thick, n+ggas mad i’m rich
count up fast, i’m quick, in my bag, i’m lit (ayy)
i spent cash on my wrist, need no flash for the pic
dropped a bag on this kick, my b+tch bad as it gets
smokin’ gas in this b+tch, i just spazzed on this sh+t (d+mn)
she a freaky lil’ b+tch, shake that ass, show them tits (ayy)
[chorus]
bad b+tches, bad b+tches, i love bad b+tches (bad b+tches)
pretty and she thick, i like how that ass sittin’, yeah (ooh, hoo)
turn me up, pop that p+ssy for me (skii)
really got that bag, i ain’t like your last n+gga (on god)
yeah, you fine, you s+xy, you a bad b+tch (a bad b+tch)
girl, you mine, f+ck your ex n+gga, he don’t have sh+t (he don’t have sh+t)
told her, “i like how you walk, how you talk, baby” (how you talk, baby)
yeah, you got your own bag, you a boss, baby (you a boss, baby, ayy)

[post+chorus]
boss b+tch, boss b+tch, i got a boss b+tch, yeah (a boss b+tch)
hundred thousand for these chains, that’s a house, jit, yeah (ch+ching)
told your ho to give me brain, give me mouth, b+tch (ugh)
pockets lookin’ good, we ain’t trippin’ ’bout sh+t (on god)
boss b+tch, boss b+tch, i got a boss b+tch (boss b+tch)
hundred thousand for these chains, that’s a house, jit, yeah (ch+ching)
told your ho to give me brain, give me mouth, b+tch (ugh)
pockets lookin’ good, we ain’t trippin’ ’bout sh+t (god)

[outro]
gang
skii

- luh tyler lyrics

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