BAD Girl Lyrics

This orange Richard it lay on my wrist like a pumpkin

That bitch is covered in , gold like a trumpet Too many hoes, I'm fuckin

Swap out the bitch like brand new clothes I pull out her tracks like London

Guess this ain't no fuckin' act We sip on robitussin

I know she bad, bad, bad Fuck her good, Im finna ' spazz

Designer clothes, designer bags

I put marni on her ass

Give me brain like this her class

Brand new coupe, I'm finna crash

So many bad bitches on me, oh my god, oh my god

Know she bad, bad These lengths I'm takin' it far again

Stackin' all this green , I hit up Michigan State like a Spartan

This bitch, she really my kryptonite These niggas be callin' me Clark Kent

Got so many shots on me, , it's like I bartend

It's cold, I brought me a heater

All of my niggas caught misdemeanors

A family got like Peter, yeah, hit up that bitch like I'm Derek Jeter

You can't see me like Cena, came wit a stick like the grim reaper

She told me she was a geeker, now she takin' on Vicodin (let's get it)

I'm goin' far again, I copped a cardigan, hop out the car again

Might date me a Jordan, cause my relationship need me a Spark again

Hit up these bitches, they slidin' in, and you know that these bitches brought em in

Hit up my new jeweler then I waterbend, I bought the Cartier

This Richard Mille plain , some shit don't never change

You niggas don't know me, uh, treat a bitch like a trophy, uh

I gotta let em know, that I ate like Kobe, ayy

You don't gotta explain, you ain gotta change, you just gotta show me, uh

I got this bitch off of a Marta , I told her I got her, I pull up and slaughter ,oh yeah

I dodge the bitch like a Charger, they fall like autumn

I came from the bottom, oh yeah

They mad, I'm back in this bitch, they mad, I'm havin' this shit

Gucci on my kicks, all of my niggas look lavish as shit

This orange Richard it lay on my wrist like a pumpkin

That bitch is covered in , gold like a trumpet Too many hoes, I'm fuckin

Swap out the bitch like brand new clothes I pull out her tracks like London

Yeah this ain't no fuckin' act We sip on robitussin

I know she bad, bad, bad Fuck her good, Im finna ' spazz

Designer clothes, designer bags

I put marni on her ass

Give me brain like this her class

Brand new coupe, we finna crash

So many bad bitches on me, oh my god, oh my god

Oh my god , oh my god,

Fuckin this bitch like oh my god, oh my god

Vonn gogh in dis bitch like oh my god

Oh my god tune in yea