Bad Lil Bish song and lyrics by B.o.B (feat. Baby Tate & Black Boe)
She don’t *** 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 ***, that’s a bad little ***
That’s a bad little ***, that’s a bad little ***
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 *** tongue on my necklace
Huh, that’s a bad little ***, that’s a bad little ***
That’s a bad little ***, that’s a bad little ***
Yeah, he said he want a bad little ***
Whole lotta ass, no ***
Cause a scene ’cause my presence sick
Never need a *** 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 *** 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’ *** 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 ***, what do you think
Uum, he wanna *** on a bad ***
*** his ex *** she a mad ***
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 *** 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 ***, that’s a bad little ***
That’s a bad little ***, that’s a bad little ***
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 *** tongue on my necklace
Huh, that’s a bad little ***, that’s a bad little ***
That’s a bad little ***, that’s a bad little ***
Check, look, she wanna scrape up the plate
She wanna play, I wanna play
She from [?] yeah
Yeah that’s my *** 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 *** in the car, gotta *** 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 *** in it
And I’m [?] then I snap, they bought shades, watch me hit it
One man’s *** is another man’s mistress
One man’s dirt ain’t none of my business
I toe tag every *** I been in
Bad little ***, never get in her feelings
She don’t *** 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 ***, that’s a bad little ***
That’s a bad little ***, that’s a bad little ***
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 ***, that’s a bad little ***
That’s a bad little ***, that’s a bad little ***
