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tyga - bad bitches lyrics

“bad b-tches”
(feat. gudda gudda)

[chorus]
all day long, do it like tony
f-ck her friend then i p-ss it to the big homie
got a sign on my d-ck, bad b-tches only
got a sign on my d-ck, bad b-tches only
big bank roll, do it like tony
f-ck her friend then i p-ss it to the big homie
got a sign on my d-ck, bad b-tches only
got a sign on my d-ck, bad b-tches only

[tyga – verse 1]
well its that n-gg- that you call t-raw
runnin’ that money like madoff
yea she gave that bl-w j-b then she get it laid off
i ain’t got no time hoe, stop blowing up my cell phone
sweatin’ me like headbands, call that b-tch rondo
i’m fresher than the prom hoe, teach ya we don’t fly coach
f-ckin’ but she act dumb, kick her out my condo
real g’s, last king, young money ballin’
i give her a couple of shots and then she turn alcoholic
metaphorically or rhetoric
and i’m sh-ttin’ on your forehead
2 girls 1 cup…yup
we did it again last king ymcmb
i don’t pay for b-tches, b-tches pay me

[chorus]

[gudda gudda – verse 2]
uh, knock knock, who the f-ck is there?
a sign on my d-ck that say, “bad b-tches come in here”
make a freak wh-r-, detour straight to my partna room and let him beat it like a keyboard
all i do is d-ck ’em i don’t tip ’em like a stripper man
i got a ton of chicks under my belt like a zipper, yea
walk up in the club, pick ’em out and then i pick ’em off
pick ’em up and then knock em down and them i drop ’em off
i’ma dog keep your girl from round my type of sh-t or she’ll be milk box material
and missing for the night man this sh-t is just that easy
when your pockets sittin’ right
i turn my bed into a stage and let your girl rock on my mic

[chorus]

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