BBC lyrics

[Intro]:
Yeah
Mommy you’re so cute! Hehe!
Say it one more time…
Yeah

[Verse]:
I’m a bad b*tch n*gga you can’t kill me
No you can’t smoke me out, just hunnid dollar bill me
These n*ggas kill me acting like I owe ‘em something
A grown woman, I won’t sacrifice myself for nothing
I’m going places, making plays, I got a bigger vision
I’m tired of 20 dollar booty calls and supervision
You was a star until you went and tried to play the moon
You broke my heart and then I turned into a f*cking goon
Yeah I’m a bad b*tch, n*gga, you can’t kill me
No you can’t take me out I can’t show you the real me
Smoking Colorado dope, keep ya mid grade di*k
Burning money all week on my hot girl sh*t
I’m a bad b*tch, n*gga, you can’t kill me
I’ve been my own f*cking shooter for a while, b*tches funny style
Acting like a child - I got four of those
I’m not tryna keep up competition with you silly hoes
Beefing over clothes, hating from outside the club
‘Cause they n*gga show me love
As if he could ever handle me
I can take your n*gga but that sh*t don’t take away from you
These n*ggas never bout it, better love on you mo' betta, boo
Tell ‘em I’m a bad b*tch, n*gga, you can’t kill me
Yeah you can take me out the hood but b*tch I’m still me
I’m not gon’ switch up my persona for no white folks
I’m not gon’ bite or swallow tongues cause b*tch I might choke
I need a whip that’s clean enough to check my makeup in
‘Cause you know mirrors treat you better then a f*cking friend
They blending in so they be aggy when you standing out
Was sposed to shine together, now you acting cubic, I’m a diamond
I’m a bad b*tch n*gga you can’t kill me
I put it on him when I wanna and he pay me
He don’t like my pockets empty, he don’t play me
But he won’t keep me cause I can’t give him a baby
f*ck it, I’m a bad b*tch n*gga you can’t kill me
I used dream about the day that you would kill me
Was tryna feel you but you wasn’t the real you
You gotta FaceTime your kids and I know that ain’t cool
Keep n*ggas out from round my kids because they never stay
It ain’t no Uncle Mike, no momma’s friend, no Uncle Ray
I gotta look out for my lil one’s, that’s f*cking gang
Put a hole in you for one of them, it ain’t a thing
Keep n*ggas out from round my kids because they never stay
It ain’t no Uncle Mike, no momma’s friend, no Uncle Ray
I gotta look out for my lil one’s, that’s f*cking gang
Put a hole in you for one of them, it ain’t a thing, b*tch!