Bad Bitches (Interlude) Lyrics

I got a thing for the bad bitches

I'm talking hair and nails

Everything dead, popping yo shit with yo favorite bitch

Everyday gang shit

New tires touching the road whenever you lane switch

Blue bubble hit the text, what's up for the night

Something you can't miss

Bottles popping you feeling the vibes

Niggas it's all in yo face

Niggas it's all in yo body

Niggas staring you right in yo eyes like

What kind of approach is that

You single as fuck and it ain't no going back

Need a nigga for what? Like nights for what

Post a pic, niggas jump in the comments like

God damn she tough

Gucci down to the sock, you fancy huh? Yeah

Chanel purse, race car, giving them the works

80 inch Brazilian, couldn't see you on your worst

Steady giving them body more curves than Maserati

Look God know what he did when he finally made you

So let him cook

Look, I'm just trying to get next to you

Ain't nobody else that's matching your energy or your vibes

I'm just trying to let you know what I feel inside

I got a thing for the bad bitches

Anything other than that gotta step aside

Realer than red and everybody knows it

Stopping and staring when they see you rolling

I just wish I was the one that you had chosen