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what u bad for - ddg lyrics

[intro: ddg]
yeah (tuned up), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (ayo, sheff), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, huh

[chorus: ddg]
i can’t f*ck with her if she ain’t got no passport (let’s go)
she go to the doc so she can see her ass more (huh)
humble when we shop, i had to tell her, “grab more” (okay)
you don’t spend yo’ money, what i’m buyin’ bags for? (whew)
you know you that b*tch, i think that you should brag more (whew)
shorty don’t get tired, she f*ck ’til her ass sore (f*ck)
caught that n*gga cheatin’, what the f*ck you sad for? (whew)
get another n*gga, bae, that’s what you bad for

[verse 1: ddg]
yeah, she so godd*mn bad, she d*mn near dangerous
her ex n*gga thought about k!llin’ himself when she left, and i don’t blame him
yeah, that p*ssy expensive, i’m ready to make that payment
if she in control of my heart and she f*ckin’ me good, i’ma make her famous
yeah, they cappin’ and sh*t on the blogs, they think i’m a bum, but f*ck that sh*t
i like when they countin’ me out, ’cause i know i’m that n*gga, i love that sh*t
when i’m takin’ her shopping, she askin’ me if she can get it, i told her ass, “duh, i’m rich”

i’m playin’ with millions, lil’ baby, this sh*t ain’t trickin’
she know how to cook and clean, i buy her celine, she take these inches (come on)
i normally f*ck ’em and leave, it’s something about you, like bae you different
how the f*ck is you a bad b*tch? you f*ck good and you listen (huh)
[chorus: ddg, ddg & real boston richey]
i can’t f*ck with her if she ain’t got no passport (let’s go)
she go to the doc so she can see her ass more (huh)
humble when we shop, i had to tell her, “grab more” (okay)
you don’t spend yo’ money, what i’m buyin’ bags for? (whew)
you know you that b*tch, i think that you should brag more (whew)
shorty don’t get tired, she f*ck ’til her ass sore (f*ck)
caught that n*gga cheatin’, what the f*ck you sad for? (whew)
get another n*gga, bae, that’s what you bad for (whew)

[verse 2: real boston richey]
hey, hey
i can’t f*ck on a b*tch that f*cked a runner
i’m too piped up, no shade, can’t f*ck on a b*tch that’s whippin’ hondas
i got a football team of hoes, twelve deep like travis hunter
prolly be single like ddg, i tried to f*ck my b*tch wit’ a condom
she ain’t goin’ for that
n*gga ain’t bought you sh*t in six months, how the f*ck you goin’ for that?
n*gga done offered two k for the p*ssy, b*tch, you goin’ for that?
n*gga be goin’ out sad about the p*ssy, like a b*tch won’t born wit’ that
she ain’t sellin’ that p*ssy to get a bag, then b*tch, i’m done with that
i spend that cheese, nothin’ like your last n*gga
type of n*gga to buy a flight overseas just to get her ass bigger
play wit’ my b*tch, i’m uppin’ that switch, this b*tch here got a fast trigger
turn an easy b*tch to a bad b*tch, just ’cause my bag bigger
[chorus: ddg]
i can’t f*ck with her if she ain’t got no passport (go)
she go to the doc so she can see her ass more (huh)
humble when we shop, i had to tell her, “grab more” (okay)
you don’t spend yo’ money, what i’m buyin’ bags for? (mm)
you know you that b*tch, i think that you should brag more (whew)
shorty don’t get tired, she f*ck ’til her ass sore (f*ck)
caught that n*gga cheatin’, what the f*ck you sad for? (whew)
get another n*gga, bae, that’s what you bad for (whew)

[outro: ddg]
whew, whew, whew, whew, whew, whew, whew
shh

- ddg lyrics

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