B.o.B – Bad Lil Bish Lyrics

Bad Lil Bish song and lyrics by B.o.B (feat. Baby Tate & Black Boe)

She don’t fuck 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 bitch, that’s a bad little bitch
That’s a bad little bitch, that’s a bad little bitch
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 bitches tongue on my necklace
Huh, that’s a bad little bitch, that’s a bad little bitch
That’s a bad little bitch, that’s a bad little bitch

Yeah, he said he want a bad little bitch
Whole lotta ass, no tits
Cause a scene ’cause my presence sick
Never need a nigga 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 bitch 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’ bitches 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 bitch, what do you think
Uum, he wanna fuck on a bad hoe
Fuck his ex bitch she a mad hoe
I don’t argue I just give him mad throat
Give me [?] and Versace bathrobes
Niggas pocket watching I got mad dough
East side, [?]
He like the way that my belly roll
Brown skin look like Kelly Rowland, Tate

She don’t fuck 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 bitch, that’s a bad little bitch
That’s a bad little bitch, that’s a bad little bitch
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 bitches tongue on my necklace
Huh, that’s a bad little bitch, that’s a bad little bitch
That’s a bad little bitch, that’s a bad little bitch

Check, look, she wanna scrape up the plate
She wanna play, I wanna play
She from [?] yeah
Yeah that’s my bitch 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 fuck in the car, gotta fuck 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 [?]
She ’bout to come out that fenty, fenty
I’m ’bout to bust out that jammy, jammy
Honestly you can’t offend me, -fend me
Kings of the south, I’m authentic
-Thentic, -thentic, -thentic, I’m the illest nigga in it
And I’m [?] then I snap, they bought 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 pussy I been in
Bad little bitch, never get in her feelings

She don’t fuck 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 bitch, that’s a bad little bitch
That’s a bad little bitch, that’s a bad little bitch
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 bitche’s tongue on my necklace
Huh, that’s a bad little bitch, that’s a bad little bitch
That’s a bad little bitch, that’s a bad little bitch