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ruin your day - bad bitches lyrics

[intro: d.i. da hennyman]
bad b-tches, where the bad b-tches
where the really, really, really, really bad b-tches
(grindhouze)
bad b-tches, where the bad b-tches
where the really, really, really, really bad b-tches

[verse 1: krissy (d.i.’s fiancée)]
pop a tag or something
buy a b-tch a bag or something
take me out and tell me i’m the best you ever had or something
donkey of the day, b-tch: i ain’t got this -ss for nothing
i ain’t got this -ss for nothing

[verse 2: d.i. da hennyman]
long hair, don’t care
big b-tt, so what?
great legs, great head, s-xy wit’ no makeup
bring around a hottie, i think i got a thottie
ain’t even pop a molly, and she all over my body
drop this at the party, bet them b-tches go dumb
another thousand-dollar day, i need that sh-t in all ones
f-ck around and buy you something, swear i be going crazy
name d.i.e. but bad b-tches call me baby, ay!

[hook: d.i. da hennyman & krissy (d.i.’s fiancée)]
bad b-tches, where the bad b-tches
where the really, really, really, really bad b-tches
bad b-tches, where the bad b-tches
where the really, really, really, really bad b-tches
bad b-tches, where the bad b-tches
where the really, really, really, really bad b-tches
bad b-tches, where the bad b-tches
where the really, really, really, really bad b-tches

[verse 3: runway ave]
bad b-tcheeeeeees!
where they at though?
wit’ a fat -ss, and she clap slow
grab my doublecup – where my ac’ go?
yeah, she know she on fire
she what i desire
she might make that -ss retire – sike!
i do what i like
you can do it, too, and we can do it right tonight
i know your bra’s on fleek
i got my eyes stuck to them t’s
and if ya take me home tonight, we doing grown-up in the sheets
facts!
i’ll be cuddy, buddy
i won’t treat you cruddy
just don’t tell me that you love me
baby, show your shape off
show me what you working wit’
clap, clap, clap, clap – shorty, keep on twerking it
ay!

[verse 4: sh-llshock]
hey! where my diamonds at?
where the ones that say they bad?
let me get a minute, s-xy mrs. independent
guarantee my point of view will change the way you’re livin’
snapchatting while you dancing in the body, n-gg-
i see you, shorty, get it, girl
don’t let ’em block your shine
yeah, they might touch the heels, but they don’t ever climb
okay, okay, okay, okay, let’s get the best allowed
i’m talking own head, card clear bank account
bad b-tches got the right to cuss a n-gg- out
when these garbage–ss n-gg-s come up off the mouth
this for the bad b-tches
this ain’t for the trash b-tches
this ain’t for the glue ya hair, glue ya eyelash b-tches

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