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tink - bad girl lyrics

[chorus:]
hotter than wasabi, bet them n+ggas know my name
i’m twisting up my fingers while i’m rolling up that jane
i’m a bad girl, yeah i’m a bad girl
i’m a bad girl, yeah i’m a bad girl
manicured tips, and my bag is lepard print
got a nice round booty, and a pare of full lips
i’m a bad girl, yeah i’m a bad girl
i’m a bad girl, yeah i’m a bad girl

[verse 1:]
ok my heels are 7 inches, monday through sunday
i’m walking to the bank as if i’m tyra on that runway
catwalk, cheata print leggings, but these b+tches
hoes staring me down like that fridge in they kitchen
maybe cause i’m eating, it’s bread up in my wallet
and i ain’t talking vollyball when i say i got it
that check, that was easy
and you can never be me
these girls want my image like a shortage on they tv
better get that cabel, cuase imma be direct
i’m way over your head, like a [?] on your neck
and i’m putting on a show, call me the director
hoes riding my d+ck like pasingers on that metro
but that is expected when you kinda dope
i roll the blunt, he roll his tongue, yeah that’s kinda dope
and i’m kinda cool, [?]
[?] i’m in the front, like chinies bangs
[chorus:]
hotter than wasabi, bet them n+ggas know my name
i’m twisting up my fingers while i’m rolling up that jane
i’m a bad girl, yeah i’m a bad girl
i’m a bad girl, yeah i’m a bad girl
manicured tips, and my bag is lepard print
got a nice round booty, and a pare of full lips
i’m a bad girl, yeah i’m a bad girl
i’m a bad girl, yeah i’m a bad girl

[verse 2:]
this for all the girls riding in the fast lane
this for all the girls twisting up they own plane
this for all the girls who can buy they own [?]
been stacking up [?] very up
pink up on my nails, but don’t ever take me lightly
i’m known to make a scene, might as well call me spike llee
rolling, i’m just getting [?]
tryna count these chips like the dealer playing poker
i’m playing that joker, cause you know that i’m wild
and if i take your n+gga, you can blame it on my style
blame it on my bars, you know i got groupies
all about my paper, i’m addicted to this loose lief
rings over my fingers, i feel like jordan
got these rappers shook like they living in new orlands
shout out to catrina, [?]
if you ain’t talking cash, then we cannot mingle
[chorus:]
hotter than wasabi, bet them n+ggas know my name
i’m twisting up my fingers while i’m rolling up that jane
i’m a bad girl, yeah i’m a bad girl
i’m a bad girl, yeah i’m a bad girl
manicured tips, and my bag is lepard print
got a nice round booty, and a pare of full lips
i’m a bad girl, yeah i’m a bad girl
i’m a bad girl, yeah i’m a bad girl

[outro:]
get it, get it, get it, if you a bad girl
get it, get it, get it, [?]
get it, get it, get it, if you want a bad girl
he want a bad girl
he want a bad girl
so work, work, work
twerk, twerk, twerk
work, work, work
twerk, twerk, twerk

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