BAD BITCH SEASON Lyrics

D2 call me back

I'll tell you what I think about you You come from the hood, we won't speak about it

I know that you bad, you been cuttin' up

Oh yeah, yeah You know you a dime, fuck the number nine

Not in to wastin' time, let me make you mine See the twinkle in your eye,

Feel it in your spine Oh yeah, yeah

Fuck with a young nigga, girl, I know just what to do

And I can show you a thing that I call love

Bad bitch season, pretty for no reason

She say she a city girl, but I think I'ma keep her

Bad bitch demons, all she want is Neimans She think I'ma lover, boy,

But she can't tell the difference

Bad bitch season, pretty for no reason

She say she a city girl, but I think I'ma keep her

Bad bitch demons, all she want is Neimans

She think I'ma lover boy, but she can't tell the difference

I ain't a player, girl, I just crush a lot

Last nigga was bluffin', you pullin' up or not

I ain't into the talkin', is you gon' fuck or not

Know that box a hellcat, let me skirt off the lot

Ooh, girl, you know you perfect And you do that shit on purpose

These hoes can't pass you up Cause they know that you bad as fuck

Come here let me snatch you up Oh yeah, yeah

Fuck with a young nigga, girl, I know just what to do

And I can show you a thing that I call love

Bad bitch season, pretty for no reason

She say she a city girl, But I think I'ma keep her

Bad bitch demons, all she want is Neimans

She think I'ma lover, boy, but she can't tell the difference

Bad bitch season, pretty for no reason She say she a city girl, but I think I'ma keep her

Bad bitch demons, all she want is Neimans

She say she a city girl, but I think I'ma keep her