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lirik lagu my bitch bad – travis porter

[hook:]
my b-tch bad, fat -ss got dumb swag
my b-tch bad, fat -ss got dumb swag
my b-tch bad, fat -ss got dumb swag
my b-tch bad
got 3 phones, got 2 home
for red bones, dressed out for ’em
got 3 phones, got 2 home
for red bones, dressed out for ’em

my b-tch bad, fat -ss got dumb swag
my b-tch bad, fat -ss got dumb swag
my b-tch bad, fat -ss got dumb swag
my b-tch bad, fat -ss got dumb swag

[verse 1:]
ok dude i love the jeans and i love the shirt
caught 14 that’s some piece
i’m too street, i’m too g
i don’t ride down i’m 20 e
with a bad b-tch right beside me
i’m driving fast as she’s sucking me
it’s windy as h-ll turn your heat up
matter of fact gon’ rose the weed up
my shoes tight my cup full
that straight seal, that real deal
that uncut, that straight raw
try to rob a kid that’s when i cross the job
my hair nappy, my pockets full
i’m h-lla rich i’m puppy love
i’m from the hood, from the hood
all grown up, now i’m bossed up
i’m turnked up and i’m faded
my b-tch bad, that’s my lady
i’m a 90’s baby, she’s a 80’s
the bed big got in vegas
got a business phone, got a work phone
got a main phone
that 3 phone, my iphone
my blackberry, my trap phone
but ye you know

[hook:]
my b-tch bad, fat -ss got dumb swag
my b-tch bad, fat -ss got dumb swag
my b-tch bad, fat -ss got dumb swag
my b-tch bad, fat -ss got dumb swag
got 3 phones, got 2 home
for red bones, dressed out for ’em
got 3 phones, got 2 home
for red bones, dressed out for ’em

[verse 2:]
got an ounce of weed gotta roll it up
like i’m prerub before i hit the club
she a freaky girl, she a pretty girl
she a street girl, she hit the leaf of a month
you would stick in her mouth, my b-tch bad n-gg-
she don’t walk with n-gg-s, she walk past n-gg-s
don’t like short n-gg-s, don’t like fat n-gg-s
she like that n-gg- and i’m that n-gg-
fly boes to the cool got 3 phones
got 6 chains got 3 o’s
if that p-ssy tight then that p-ssy right
and how the f-ck could it be wrong
that b-tch so good, wish i could press rewind
b-tch call me blable but say that 3 times
my mama bad, she bad and she know it
she got a crazy body i’m afraid to let her show it
and she got a girlfriend, oh ye did i mention?
2 b-tches and a bad n-gg-, that’s pimpin

[verse 3:]
got 3 phones, 2 yellow bones
then new chanel caught 2 bill
fly zone, that’s my zone
y’all n-gg-, but my money long
condo to a trust spot
country boy caught kesha
my b-tch bad, got a fat -ss
got a pretty face with a stupid swag
f-ck plaza, we poppin’ tail
on molly get a coupe a bail
vip hold alot of g
promethazine, og
y’all n-gg- want stupid ice
f-ck around we’ll take your life
in the hood my n-gg- shooting dice
trap phone ringing all night
i buzz a dot, my rollie
cost a chip, genode
no scripts in my gucci script
buy a hundred for these gucci spit
count 20 benz in all dough
starring phone got pink mud
rip come to see
everyday i’m pouring up

- travis porter

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