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lirik lagu bad bitchez (remix) – 30 on the beat

[intro: chiefy & playboi trizz]
“mann, on god bruh
chiefy in this hoe
i got all the b*tches bruh, bad b*tches, spanish b*tches, chinese b*tches
all types of b*tches my n*gga man
shout out to all my gang, thirty, ap, rod, know i’m saying, dash, all that
we get all the b*tches”

we f*cking all those the hoes, we making all this money
we don’t f*ck with fufu ass n*ggas
and we only f*ck big booty b*tches n*gga
it’s 30 on the beat n*gga
let’s get it

(30 on the beat)

[verse 1: 30 on the beat]
a lot of bad b*tches had to make the remix (remix)
she says i got the fire like a phoenix (fye fye)
she be giving brain, yea i know she a g*nius (g*nius)
i be giving it to her good, you know she be speechless

you think you be out this world, but never been to pluto (never been to pluto)
think you be the only one, had to skip you like uno (swipe swipe)
now you gotta n*gga, think you kicking it like judo (whoo*ahh)
look at you now, young and pregnant, look like juno
[chorus: 30 on the beat]
i got a lot of bad b*tches in my life
no i ain’t playing, i’m just tryna treat you right
i got a lot of bad b*tches in my life
stay with me baby, i’m just tryna make you mine

gotta a lot bad b*tches (remix)
gotta a lot bad b*tches (remix)
gotta a lot bad b*tches (remix)
gotta a lot bad b*tches (remix)

[verse 2: bg rod]
my flow so magical, i cook it with no hands
yea it’s rj, the motherf*cking man
a n*gga ballin’ out, shout out to the fans
shout out to my n*ggas back home, that’s the fam

yea i’m in this b*tch, going ape sh*t
f*ck all y’all n*ggas, y’all ain’t down with the clique
in my city, boolin’ with a fine ass b*tch
room 104, tampa bay, f*cking with the six

[verse 3: young dash]
got a lot bad b*tches all around the world
like a washer, she could suck and swirl
check in with me, you could give me head
and get your legs spread
got too many, can’t even choose one
you a bad b*tch, might be the chosen one
if you a hoe, just know you ain’t low
i wanna see you drop drop it to the floor

[verse 4: chefboyap]
she asks what’s my type, i*i’m just pipe
tell her blow on this sh*t, like a bagpipe
if the ass fat, might drop a blue stripe
like the migos said, “beat it up like fight night”

g*g*got a bad b*tch on my line
i’m f*ck one time, cause i’m in my prime
not a pimp, not a player, she a bad b*tch gotta slay her
i’m a heartbreak kid, i*i ain’t tryna save her

[chorus: 30 on the beat]
g*got a lot of bad b*tches in my life
no i ain’t playing, i’m just tryna treat you right
i got a lot of bad b*tches in my life
stay with me baby, i’m just tryna make you mine

gotta a lot bad b*tches (remix)
gotta a lot bad b*tches (remix)
gotta a lot bad b*tches (remix)
gotta a lot bad b*tches (remix)
[verse 2: lik]
bad b*tches shawty, you already know the name
i know a bad b*tch, she practicing some dirty things
them n*ggas talk and sip, but we all know they lame
i smash in ya’ll b*tches, y’all should be ashamed

yea i from the six, you already know the fame
i got a bad b*tch, yea i’m still living
all these b*tches yea, and they still trippin’
and you know the kid, yea he still crippin’

[verse 3: ev3rgreen jay]
ev3rgreen jay on the track n*gga
yea, that n*gga from chiraq n*gga
cause i always come from through with that strap n*gga
and if i want your b*tch, better watch that ass n*gga

cause i’mma take it, n*gga’s ain’t faking
but i’m smoking on good jamaican
and i’m f*cking all these b*tches from different races, and i don’t keep the paces
i iust keep it going and flowing, and i blowing with your b*tch n*gga
(you a b*tch)

[verse 4: prettyboy rich]
t*thirty on the beat, and me with the heat
and now i’m gon’ explain why your b*tch is on me
i’m dropping straight bars, nowhere round from here
driving only foreign cars, so you’re nowhere near

i’m smashing foreign broads, so i know you salty, tryna copy
bad b*tches call me papi
like vin, bad b*tches all kinds
but them fat hoes, staying only on his line

[verse 5: tha blxst]
she’s from the east, but moved to the bluffs
she a bad b*tch, but i don’t give a f*ck
when’s with she’s me, we make a lot sound
gets on her knees, and goes to town

white like the snow, i ain’t talking bout that coco
cuando se pesarme me be a loco
put that p*ssy in my face, she’s scared of the tongue
she ran outta breath, when my d*ck touched her lungs

[chorus: 30 on the beat]
got a lot of bad b*tches in my life
no i ain’t playing, i’m just tryna treat you right
i got a lot of bad b*tches in my life
stay with me baby, i’m just tryna make you mine

gotta a lot bad b*tches (remix)
gotta a lot bad b*tches (remix)
gotta a lot bad b*tches (remix)
gotta a lot bad b*tches (remix)

[verse 6: yung marz]
bad b*tches, hitting on my line
they all bad, they all super fine
i’m that n*gga, even in the dark or shine
you gon’ see me n*gga, even if you blind

flexing for the gram, and for the snap
baby make that ass clap
then come with the to the back
eat this xanny with me, like a f*cking snack

[verse 7: v*nasty]
bad b*tches, yea n*gga all kinds
fat b*tches, ugly hoes, on my f*cking mind
came in her eye, yea n*gga made her blind
i’m f*cking all the ugly hoes from the 3505
yea

yea, i need me a fat b*tch
that’ll swallow my whole d*ck like some cabbage
swallow kids, now they gon’ on some sad sh*t
v*nasty baby, yea i’m a savage

[verse 8: bg rod]
bad b*tches all up through this motherf*cker
and you know i’m balling out in this motherf*cker
big remix, all my n*ggas on the track
hot sh*t, only make my bars never wack

sad boys hollering’, i can’t hear em’ in the back
813 n*gga, yea i’m back up on the track
moving militant man, i could never lack
you could get with this, or you could get with that

gotta a lot bad b*tches (remix)
gotta a lot bad b*tches (remix)
gotta a lot bad b*tches (remix)
gotta a lot bad b*tches (remix)

got a lot of bad b*tches in my life
no i ain’t playing, i’m just tryna treat you right
i got a lot of bad b*tches in my life
stay with me baby, i’m just tryna make you mine

- 30 on the beat

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