10 Bad b*tches lyrics

[Chorus: Stresmatic]
n*gga, I’m with ten bad b*tches (bad b*tches)
n*gga, I’m with ten bad b*tches (bad b*tches)
n*gga, I’m with ten bad b*tches (ten)
n*gga, I’m with ten bad b*tches in my hotel room
n*gga, I’m with ten bad b*tches (bad b*tches)
n*gga, I’m with ten bad b*tches (bad b*tches)
n*gga, I’m with ten bad b*tches (bad b*tches)
n*gga, I’m with ten bad b*tches in my hotel room
She goin’ up up up up up up up
It’s goin’ down down down down down down down
She goin’ up up up up up up up
It’s goin’ down down down down down down down

[Verse 1: Too $hort]
You can count ‘em, mayne
One giving head, two in the bathroom, three in the bed
It’s a twerk contest in the middle of the room
You already know I’ma f*ck something soon
Now look up, b*tch, suck that di*k
If she ain’t paying, n*gga, f*ck that b*tch
I ain’t tryna hate, I know it’s your career
But girl, you the finest muthaf*cka in here
You so fine you gotta figure
Stay with me or you could choose that n*gga
What you want—coke, weed, drank?
I don’t give a f*ck what a punk b*tch think
Shut up, b*tch, f*ck up, b*tch
Talk that sh*t, get f*cked up, b*tch
You the one sucking di*k at the hotel
Cheating on your man but I won’t tell
[Chorus: Stresmatic]
n*gga, I’m with ten bad b*tches (bad b*tches)
n*gga, I’m with ten bad b*tches (bad b*tches)
n*gga, I’m with ten bad b*tches (ten)
n*gga, I’m with ten bad b*tches in my hotel room
I’m with ten bad b*tches (bad b*tches)
n*gga, I’m with ten bad b*tches (bad b*tches)
n*gga, I’m with ten bad b*tches (bad b*tches)
n*gga, I’m with ten bad b*tches in my hotel room
She goin’ up up up up up up up
It’s goin’ down down down down down down down
She goin’ up up up up up up up
It’s goin’ down down down down down down down

[Verse 2: Too $hort]
If my old b*tch is your new b*tch
And I’m there, she gotta suck two di*ks
‘Cause the b*tch gon’ do what I tell her to
And pay these hoes is what I never do
Who you lying on, b*tch?
You not the main one, you a side hoe, b*tch
Why you all on my di*k?
Now you understand why I’m calling you a b*tch
You got no job, you can’t afford that sh*t
All up in the club and you’re way too lit
What you gon’ do, keep swiping them cards?
Buy me new sh*t, make my di*k get hard?
You know you look good from your head to your shoes
Staring in my face like, “Player, what it do?”
It’s the way you move, baby, I’m lovin’ you
The afterparty’s in my suite at The W
[Chorus: Stresmatic]
n*gga, I’m with ten bad b*tches (bad b*tches)
n*gga, I’m with ten bad b*tches (bad b*tches)
n*gga, I’m with ten bad b*tches (ten)
n*gga, I’m with ten bad b*tches in my hotel room
I’m with ten bad b*tches (bad b*tches)
n*gga, I’m with ten bad b*tches (bad b*tches)
n*gga, I’m with ten bad b*tches (bad b*tches)
n*gga, I’m with ten bad b*tches in my hotel room
She goin’ up up up up up up up
It’s goin’ down down down down down down down
She goin’ up up up up up up up
It’s goin’ down down down down down down down