Cruella de Vil lyrics

[Hook]
All my b*tches bad, Cruella de Vil
Cruella de Vil, Cruella de Vil
All my b*tches bad, Cruella de Vil
Cruella de Vil, Cruella de Vil

[Verse 1]
All my b*tches bad and they love to ride like I'm Six Flags
I hit it so hard she get whiplash, put that ass in a motherf*cking body bag
She stroking on my joystick, call my di*k her Playstation
She love it when I hit it doggy-style, just like a Dalmatian
Girl, shake that ass a little
Show me what you got, ho
Homie you just make her drizzle, I make that pus*y downpour
Oops, she wouldn't let you hit? I hit the second I met
She already gave me that [cat meowing] so she'll never get my respect
I said ooh, that's your girl? Ask her how my di*k tastes
I f*ck her once and I'm outie, she text me say I got sick ways
She say you're just a pig, I guess that's why I porked you girl
I'm not really an as*h*le, if you heard my songs then I warned you

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[Verse 2]
All my b*tches bad, but if you seen a show then you knew that
In the club like b*tches Hue Mack, throw racks on racks on your racks
Like damn, that's your girl? You must not make her happy
I got your lady tweeting her boobies at me
Sorry, I'm a raunchy dude
You can't really blame me though
Hit it then pass it like Rondo do, then sorry boo I gots to go
Got another city to be in, b*tch I'm on a roll
And I don't pay for sh*t, this route I'm on don't have no tolls
A little bit out of control, I don't care, not even a little
Got your b*tches sandwiching me and they trying to get the pickles
Screaming "f*ck love, that's overrated", rather have your b*tch naked
Don't give two f*cks about who hates it, with 101 b*tches and they all wasted
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