I Heart Bad b*tches lyrics

[Intro]
Skii
Skii, Skii, Skii, Skii
Ayy, ayy, yeah
(Known to let that MAC fly just like my n*gga Doe, baow)
Skii, gang, gang, gang

[Chorus]
Bad b*tches, bad b*tches, I love bad b*tches (Bad b*tches)
Pretty and she thick, I like how that ass sittin', yeah (Ooh, hoo)
Turn me up, pop that pus*y for me (Skii)
Really got that bag, I ain't like your last n*gga (On God)
Yeah, you fine, you sexy, you a bad b*tch (A bad b*tch)
Girl, you mine, f*ck your ex n*gga, he don't have sh*t (He don't have sh*t)
Told her, "I like how you walk, how you talk, baby" (How you talk, baby)
Yeah, you got your own bag, you a boss, baby (You a boss, baby, ayy)

[Post-Chorus]
Boss b*tch, boss b*tch, I got a boss b*tch, yeah (Boss b*tch)
Hundred thousand for these chains, that's a house, jit, yeah (Ch-ching)
Told your ho to give me brain, give me mouth, b*tch (Ugh, ugh)
Pockets lookin' good, we ain't trippin' 'bout sh*t (On God)

[Verse]
f*cked your ho to a song that ain't еven out yet (Ugh)
I done spеnt a couple bands on my f*ckin' outfit (Damn)
Told lil' baby I'm a dog, I just want the cat (Purr)
She say, "If you throw them bands, I'ma throw it back" (Ayy)
He was tryna be a trick, now he goin' flat, yeah (Flat)
b*tch took me as a joke, now she gettin' cracked (She gettin' cracked)
My b*tch bad, she thick, n*ggas mad I'm rich
Count up fast, I'm quick, in my bag, I'm lit (Ayy)
I spent cash on my wrist, need no flash for the pic
Dropped a bag on this kick, my b*tch bad as it gets
Smokin' gas in this b*tch, I just spazzed on this sh*t (Damn)
She a freaky lil' b*tch, shake that ass, show them tits (Ayy)
[Chorus]
Bad b*tches, bad b*tches, I love bad b*tches (Bad b*tches)
Pretty and she thick, I like how that ass sittin', yeah (Ooh, hoo)
Turn me up, pop that pus*y for me (Skii)
Really got that bag, I ain't like your last n*gga (On God)
Yeah, you fine, you sexy, you a bad b*tch (A bad b*tch)
Girl, you mine, f*ck your ex n*gga, he don't have sh*t (He don't have sh*t)
Told her, "I like how you walk, how you talk, baby" (How you talk, baby)
Yeah, you got your own bag, you a boss, baby (You a boss, baby, ayy)

[Post-Chorus]
Boss b*tch, boss b*tch, I got a boss b*tch, yeah (A boss b*tch)
Hundred thousand for these chains, that's a house, jit, yeah (Ch-ching)
Told your ho to give me brain, give me mouth, b*tch (Ugh)
Pockets lookin' good, we ain't trippin' 'bout sh*t (On God)
Boss b*tch, boss b*tch, I got a boss b*tch (Boss b*tch)
Hundred thousand for these chains, that's a house, jit, yeah (Ch-ching)
Told your ho to give me brain, give me mouth, b*tch (Ugh)
Pockets lookin' good, we ain't trippin' 'bout sh*t (God)

[Outro]
Gang
Skii