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myles malice - bad bitches lyrics

you’re something, unique, you set the demon in me free
and he must feed on bad b-tch
stickin thumbs in em, wrist deep til she faints
and the b-tch had betta be about it, it ain’t up for debate
gonna get thaty long d-ck, b-tch ya gon learn today
when i get ta poppin p-ssy open, you’ll think your special, but hey
you ain’t nothing, but meat, that’s something i need
i fiend, i bleed for bad b-tch
but you gotta watch your back when you’re f-ckin with the bad ones
stick you with a shank up in your neck you tryna to grab one
but only bad b-tches got the p-ssy imma snack on
i get her back, hit it from the back, gotta have one

(hook)

them bad b-tches, i see, them bad b-tches, i need
them bad b-tches, i keep, them bad b-tches, i eat
i just wanna make a mess and i may come of a bit obsessed
when i carve my name up in your chest, but i must confess
i need ya f-ckin bad, i need ya f-ckin bad, i need ya so f-ckin bad
and i ain’t got time for empathy, but i’d drive from here to chesapeake
if it meant you’d drop down to your knees to suck me clean
godd-mn your f-ckin bad

i see you, i’m watchin, every move you make i’m there
got my eyes on lock, got my d-ck in hand, walkin past you sniffin hair
but in that lies the problem, i ain’t seen the product yet
so hike that skirt up a little bit b-tch, i’m tryna get ya proper wet
and i’ll succeed, i’ll make ya scream, suck a think d-ck b-tch, scuffin up knees
betta pay my fee i never f-ck for free, i ain’t talkin bout the money gotta eat that v
and you look succulent
i’m lost, thinkin about stuff i could stuff you with
got a hard d-ck i could f-ck ya with, gotta big blade i could gut ya with, choices
the voices in my head tellin me to get up in it, fill her up with it
i l!ck l!ck, spit on my d-ck, stick it in, split it
i be keepin the rhythm but i be pushin it deeper
i’ll beat our box up like tyson, and bite you ear
ooooo you like it? you bad little b-tch! how enticing!
gobble up think nut from my python
but if you think we’re done… f-ck that
back it up b-tch, spread em open imma take it
when she with me she ain’t never have ta fake it
better get the neck or i might have ta break it
we can take it to the bas-m-nt, “for what” ident-ty erasin
i’ve been stackin up bad b-tches 6 feet tall and i’m craving m’s in em
they’re my b-tches imma claim it
the definition of insane, i am an epitome
i’m every sick thought in your bad b-tch mind
when it comes to rhymes i’m on vile m-th- f-cka
sever the head of a veteran, point him out i’ll make him mine
anything for a bad b-tch, tell me what i gotta do to split the getaway sticks
gone cut it up, f-ck it up, throw it in the ditch
and if they ever find the body then i guess i’ll plead the fifth then

(hook)
and i might just take your life today, but first gotta f-ck the pain away
and once i carve my f-ckin name you know know the game is over, b-tch you bad

- myles malice lyrics

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