Bad Lil Bish – B.o.B Feat. Baby Tate & Black Boe

Quotable Lyrics:
She don’t f**k with none of my friends
Got her own money, own bands
Naw, she don’t fold under pressure
And when I touch her she gon’ make that ass bend
That’s a bad little b*tch, that’s a bad little b*tch
That’s a bad little b*tch, that’s a bad little b*tch

No, she don’t know none of my exes
From the hood and she love to talk reckless
Wanna hit her from the front

Wanna hang b*tches tongue on my necklace
Huh, that’s a bad little b*tch, that’s a bad little b*tch
That’s a bad little b*tch, that’s a bad little b*tch

Yeah, he said he want a bad little b*tch
Whole lotta ass, no tits
Causе a scene ’cause my prеsence sick
Never need a ni**a bag I’m rich
And tell them broke h*es don’t say that line

I got place card I don’t wait in line
I can take your man, give him back, spin the block,
pass around b*tch you ain’t taking mine
I can’t decide on the benz or the beam
Body a knockout I’m still in them dreams

All these red bottoms got sensitive feet
Steppin’ b*tches could never be me
‘Cause I go hard never delicately
I make ’em hard finna bust out them scales

When he seen you he was soft as a kleenex,
what do that mean b*tch, what do you think
Uum, he wanna f**k on a bad hoe,
f**k his ex b*tch she a mad hoe
I don’t argue I just give him mad throat

Give me [?] and Versace bathrobes
Ni**as pocket watching I got mad dough
East side, Candler Road
He like the way that my belly roll
Brown skin look like Kelly Rowland, Tate