Baddie Baddie Lyrics by Ice Spice
Live fast, die young, bad girls do it well
Live fast, die young, bad girls do it well
Live fast, die young, bad girls do it well
Live fast, die young, bad girls do it well
Stop playing with ’em, RIOT
Grrah
They said they wanted a bop?
I was just poppin’ my ***
I ain’t even really mean to go pop
He was just beggin’ to hit
I don’t be givin’ you niggas a shot
I know he don’t want me for me (Like)
I know he just want what I got (Grrah)
I know that she wanna be me (Grrah)
But she is not doin’ it well
I’ma go stupid at Rick (Like)
Then I’ma go coo’ in Chanel (Damn)
Grrah, I-I’ma pop out with a new swag
I went from skinny to thick
They were like, “Ice, how you do that?” (Yeah)
Grrah
They said they wanted a bop?
I was just poppin’ my ***
I ain’t even really mean to go pop
He was just beggin’ to hit
I don’t be givin’ you niggas a shot
I know he don’t want me for me (Like)
I know he just want what I got (Grrah)
Baddie, baddie, I’m feelin’ nasty (Nasty)
Like, I’m tryna see where the thooties
42, make it a movie (Grrah)
Bad ***, we don’t do the groupies
Jatty, jatty, jatty, jatty (Grahh)
I spot, I’m petty and cute (Damn)
Bad *** look like Betty Boop
And my uders is ready to oop (Grahh)
I need me a bag (Like)
Like, you know that we love a Chanely (Damn)
I’m feelin’ like Destiny’s Child
I need my bae to go get me a Kelly (Grrah)
And I back up a yacht (Like)
I’m still gettin’ paid off of Deli
I got some *** for all of the bros
And we on the way to go tee up the telly (Like)
Grrah
They said they wanted a bop?
I was just poppin’ my ***
I ain’t even really mean to go pop
He was just beggin’ to hit
I don’t be givin’ you niggas a shot
I know he don’t want me for me (Like)
I know he just want what I got (Grrah)
Baddie, baddie, I’m feelin’ nasty (Nasty)
Like, I’m tryna see where the thooties
42, make it a movie (Grrah)
Bad ***, we don’t do the groupies
Jatty, jatty, jatty, jatty
I spot, I’m petty and cute
Bad *** look like Betty Boop
And my uders is ready to oop
Baddie, baddie, I’m feeling nasty
Baddie, baddie, I’m feeling nasty