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i heart bad bitches - luh tyler lyrics

[intro]
skii
skii, skii, skii, skii
ayy, ayy, yeah
(known to let that mac fly just like my n*gga doe, baow)
skii, gang, gang, gang

[chorus]
bad b*tches, bad b*tches, i love bad b*tches (bad b*tches)
pretty and she thick, i like how that ass sittin’, yeah (ooh, hoo)
turn me up, pop that p*ssy for me (skii)
really got that bag, i ain’t like your last n*gga (on god)
yeah, you fine, you s*xy, you a bad b*tch (a bad b*tch)
girl, you mine, f*ck your ex n*gga, he don’t have sh*t (he don’t have sh*t)
told her, “i like how you walk, how you talk, baby” (how you talk, baby)
yeah, you got your own bag, you a boss, baby (you a boss, baby, ayy)

[post*chorus]
boss b*tch, boss b*tch, i got a boss b*tch, yeah (boss b*tch)
hundred thousand for these chains, that’s a house, jit, yeah (ch*ching)
told your ho to give me brain, give me mouth, b*tch (ugh, ugh)
pockets lookin’ good, we ain’t trippin’ ’bout sh*t (on god)

[verse]
f*cked your ho to a song that ain’t еven out yet (ugh)
i done spеnt a couple bands on my f*ckin’ outfit (d*mn)
told lil’ baby i’m a dog, i just want the cat (purr)
she say, “if you throw them bands, i’ma throw it back” (ayy)
he was tryna be a trick, now he goin’ flat, yeah (flat)
b*tch took me as a joke, now she gettin’ cracked (she gettin’ cracked)
my b*tch bad, she thick, n*ggas mad i’m rich
count up fast, i’m quick, in my bag, i’m lit (ayy)
i spent cash on my wrist, need no flash for the pic
dropped a bag on this kick, my b*tch bad as it gets
smokin’ gas in this b*tch, i just spazzed on this sh*t (d*mn)
she a freaky lil’ b*tch, shake that ass, show them tits (ayy)
[chorus]
bad b*tches, bad b*tches, i love bad b*tches (bad b*tches)
pretty and she thick, i like how that ass sittin’, yeah (ooh, hoo)
turn me up, pop that p*ssy for me (skii)
really got that bag, i ain’t like your last n*gga (on god)
yeah, you fine, you s*xy, you a bad b*tch (a bad b*tch)
girl, you mine, f*ck your ex n*gga, he don’t have sh*t (he don’t have sh*t)
told her, “i like how you walk, how you talk, baby” (how you talk, baby)
yeah, you got your own bag, you a boss, baby (you a boss, baby, ayy)

[post*chorus]
boss b*tch, boss b*tch, i got a boss b*tch, yeah (a boss b*tch)
hundred thousand for these chains, that’s a house, jit, yeah (ch*ching)
told your ho to give me brain, give me mouth, b*tch (ugh)
pockets lookin’ good, we ain’t trippin’ ’bout sh*t (on god)
boss b*tch, boss b*tch, i got a boss b*tch (boss b*tch)
hundred thousand for these chains, that’s a house, jit, yeah (ch*ching)
told your ho to give me brain, give me mouth, b*tch (ugh)
pockets lookin’ good, we ain’t trippin’ ’bout sh*t (god)

[outro]
gang
skii

- luh tyler lyrics

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