Bad Lil Bish lyrics

[Chorus: B.o.B & Black Boe]
She don't f*ck 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

[Verse 1: Baby Tate]
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 n*gga bag I'm rich
And tell them broke hoes 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*ck on a bad hoe, f*ck his ex b*tch she a mad hoe
I don't argue I just give him mad throat
Give me [?] and Versace bathrobes
n*ggas 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
[Chorus: B.o.B & Black Boe]
She don't f*ck 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

[Verse 2:B.o.B & Black Boe]
Check, look, she wanna scrape up the plate
She wanna play, I wanna play
She from Avondale Estates yeah
Yeah that's my b*tch call her bae, yeah
All of her friends is bad, they kids is bad, you know that she bad news
Shorty was moving too fast to f*ck in the car, gotta f*ck in the bathroom (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bad little bitty from the city, side be with me, main be with me
Ren and Stimpy, plenty Henny, split it 50/50
Tint the Bentley Tempur-Pedic mattress
She 'bout to come out that fenty, fenty
I'm 'bout to bust out that Jimmy, Jimmy
Honestly you can't offend me, -fend me
Kings of the south, I'm authentic
-Thentic, -thentic, -thentic, I'm the illest n*gga in it
And I bend them then I snap, they both shades, watch me hit it
One man's thot is another man's mistress
One man's dirt ain't none of my business
I toe tag every pus*y I been in
Bad little b*tch, never get in her feelings
[Chorus: B.o.B & Black Boe]
She don't f*ck 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*tche's toungue 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