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pretty p & d-rayyy - bad vibes lyrics

[verse 1: d+rayyy]
d+rayyy, the real bad b+tch (the realest)
tell your n+gga i don’t want the head
i’m coming for the bricks (b+tch, i’m low)
keep wishing, i’m on all these n+ggas lists
last n+gga tried to play with me, they found him in a ditch (that n+gga dead)
no bop sh+t, i still drop sh+t
i beat a b+tch ass, yeah, that’s not sh+t (that ain’t nothing)
still chasing, not to brag, you know i got it (i got that sh+t)
i’ll never stop ’til you see me at the top lit

[chorus: pretty p]
i’m a bad lil’ b+tch (lil’ b+tch)
i’m about that bag, finesse a goofy ’til i’m rich (’til i’m rich)
real cute, 5’6, still will beat a b+tch
i want the money but the n+gga ain’t seeing sh+t
hair long and i’m rocking the chanel
my man get a low, send it, come through the mail (through the mail)
bad b+tch come through, she gon’ shake something
one call and my n+ggas gon’ take something (take something)
go ahead, baby girl, go, shake it
told me [?] another girl, i’m tryna break it
real b+tch, never snitch, f+ck 12 (f+ck the cops)
i went to jail back then and you know i didn’t tell
[verse 2: pretty p]
p thang and i come to f+ck this track up (pretty p)
just talked to d+rayyy, she said, “p thang, run that sack up” (that money)
call lil’ [?], b+tch, you know she got that mac tucked
period, you b+tches weak, is you serious?
your n+gga spent the bag and i ain’t f+ck if you was curious (nah)
i got a drop on this flexing n+gga and it’s serious
grab them glocks and them fifties shots and make his body rock
anyway, he a stain, right here with like fifty k (come get his ass)

[chorus: pretty p & king von]
i’m a bad lil’ b+tch (uh+huh)
i’m about that bag, finesse a goofy ’til i’m rich (uh+huh)
real cute, 5’6, still will beat a b+tch
i want the money but the n+gga ain’t seeing sh+t (yeah, yeah, b+tch)
hair long and i’m rocking the chanel (yeah)
my man get a low, send it, come through the mail (come through the mail)
bad b+tch come through, she gon’ shake something (she gon’ shake it)
one call and my n+ggas gon’ take something (boom, boom)
go ahead, baby girl, go, shake it (go, shake it)
told me [?] another girl, i’m tryna break it (tryna break it)
real b+tch, never snitch, f+ck 12 (nah)
i went to jail back then and you know i didn’t tell (nah, nah, nah)

[verse 3: king von]
she a bad lil’ b+tch and she know it (and she know)
if the police get behind us, she gon’ flow it (she gon’ boom)
and if a n+gga play crazy, she gon’ blow it (boom, boom)
after that we in the club going crazy, i tell her throw it (i tell her go)
five mop sticks, riding through the opps sh+t (where a opp?)
i got hot sh+t, they begging me to drop sh+t (boy, i’m hot)
all that cop sh+t, that ain’t gon’ stop sh+t (what? huh? what?)
boy, watch this, bullets hit his mouth and leave him lock lip (boom, boom, boom, boom)
it was me and her in traffic (me in traffic)
i got my gun in her purse, i’m a savage (i’m a savage)
she was in the passenger, i was in the driver (huh? what?)
some n+gga pulled up to the side of our car and got to blasting (d+mn, boom, boom)
you know me, i got the wheel (i got the wheel)
my shawty came up blowing, she tryna k!ll (boom, boom)
and where i come from, b+tch, we in the field (what? huh?)
if that b+tch catch a body for you then you know it’s real

- pretty p d rayyy lyrics

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