Bad Bitches Lyrics

I got a thing for the bad bitches, I'm talkin' hair and nails

Everything dead, poppin' yo shit with yo favorite bitch

Everyday gang shit, new tires touchin' the road whenever you lane switch

Blue bubble hit the text, what's up for the night, somethin' you can't miss

Bottles poppin', you feelin' the vibes, niggas, it's all in yo face

Niggas, it's all in yo body, niggas, starin' you right in yo eyes, like

What kinda approach is that? You single as fuck and it ain't no goin' back

Need a nigga for what? Like nights for what

Post a pic, niggas jump in the comments like, Goddamn, she tough

Gucci down to the sock, you fancy, huh? Yeah, Chanel purse, race car, givin' them

The works 80-inch Brazilian, couldn't see you on your

Works She steady givin' 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 tryin' to get next to you

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

I'm just tryin' 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 stoppin' and starin' when they see you rollin

I just wish I was the one that you had chosen

And I don't know, I'm out here just chillin', I just thought about you

And I don't know how God I miss my friends

And I like the contents we used to make

And plus, we've been distant

But as you see how the stations are used

It's always uplifting, it's always refreshing, it's always

See, I know I wasn't pluggin', like, shit like that, so

I miss you, know I miss you, say

I miss you, know I miss you, say

Say

Isaiah, you made this