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tyga - bad bitches (remix) lyrics

(feat. gudda gudda, 2 chainz)

[hook – tyga:]
all day long
do it like tony
f-ck her friend
then i p-ss her 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 her 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

[verse 1 – tyga:]
well it’s that n-gg- you call t-raw
runnin’ that money like madoff
yeah she gave that bl-wj-b
then she gettin’ laid off
i ain’t got no time ho
stop blowin’ up my cell phone
sweatin’ me like headband
call that b-tch rondo
i’m fresher than the prom ho
teach her, we don’t fly coach
she 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 turned an alcoholic
methaphorically i’m a toilet
and i’m sh-ttin’ on your foreheads
2 girls 1 cup
yup
we did it again last king, ymcmb
i don’t pay for b-tches
b-tches pay me uhh

[verse 2 – gudda gudda:]
knock knock
who the f-ck is there?
sign on my d-ck that say
bad b-tches come in here
make a freak wh-r-, detour
straight to my partner 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 gotta’ ton of chicks under my belt
like a zipper
yeah
walk up in the club
pick em’ out and then i pick em’ off
pick em’ up and knock em’ down
and then i drop em’ off
i’mma dog
keep you girl from around my type
or she’ll be milkbox material
and missin’ for the night
man this sh-t is just that easy
when yo’ pockets sittin’ right
i turn my bed into a stage
and let yo’ b-tch rock on my mic

[hook – tyga:]
uhhh
all day long
do it like tony
f-ck her friend
then i p-ss her 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 her 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

[verse 3 – 2 chainz:]
first i check my rolley
then say “watch me do it”
watch me do it, show you how to cook like martha stewart
i want some cheesecake i have you walkin’ to it
plus i stack my money tall don’t you walk in to it
just do it all i do is smoke jet fluid
f-ck her with my chain on so my charm can hit her booty
outrageous with the louis i’m a fashionaire
ever since 16 i been a f-ckin’ thousandaire
they know me by my nickname in the dealership
and all my shows are funeral homes i keep killin’ sh-t
you used to get money so you reminisce
and if yo’ b-tch get with this she’ll get benefits

- tyga lyrics

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