Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Baddest In Here, artist - DJ Flex1000Album song The Hangover, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.11.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bayou Boyz
Song language: English
Baddest In Here |
Wat Up, Wat Up |
We in dis bitch |
Webbie Trill ENT Young Savage |
We in dis bitch |
I’m lookin for da baddest bitch up in here |
We in dis bitch |
Baddest-Bitch-In-Here |
We in dis bitch |
I want her, I want her |
We in dis bitch |
Look |
Niggas still talking thousands, man dats ol' money |
I den got so much of cake, I’m gettin hoes money |
Like da Birdman bitch, I got blow money |
Lookin for a friend girl, tryna let her hold something |
Pull up in a cold something, bought a whole dozen bottles |
Da club still bucking jus to throw something |
Just got finished smokin a cigar, finna roll something |
I got my people wit me, look like a hundred of us |
Stupid as chain on, I spent a hundred something |
Bent her over like a dawg, I had her running from me |
Ask me where I came from, I told dat hoe from nuthin |
Lil pretty perky titties, booty like a bubble |
Told me dat she had a man, she do it on da under |
U know Savage gone, stay wit da baddest one |
Heard it was gone be jumpin, so I jus had to come |
I’m on a hundred dawg, man who I’m lookin for |
We got big dollas, yaw got lil chips |
Champagne bottles, riding round in big whips |
We make it rain on em, yaw make it drip drip |
I’m tryna leave wit da baddest bitch in here |
Throw some cheese on da baddest bitch in here |
Make ya self seem like u da baddest bitch in here |
I believe she da baddest bitch in here |
Yes indeed u da baddest bitch in here |
I-WANT-HER |
Fuck dat shit, I want dat bitch there |
Da pretty one, I don’t want da sadiddy one |
Seen to many ratchet ass hoes gettin sitcoms |
'hind closed doors, all dey do is suck big boys |
Everytime I go up to da awards, Imma get one |
Matter fact me and Phat just gone just stick one |
Really in da streets mane, I ain’t just on |
Da microphone checkers, dey crack up under pressure |
Lookin for da baddest bitch up in here |
And wen I get her, Imma hit her and forget her |
And name a nigga trilla, I’ll admit it |
Ain’t da richest nigga, but my cake, straight |
And most of these other niggas fake |
Drankin Rosa, smoking on grapes |
And i can sit here, and throw dis money all day |
Let em hate |
Remind them haters don’t play |
I’ll hate to have to bloody up da place |
I-WANT-HER |
I want my bitch to be a big fine ass juicy |
And u don’t have to tell her, she know wat she doing |
Trill ENT still here still booting |
Da bitch standing still, but her booty still moving |
Can catch me in a benz drop top just cruising |
Or even in da club popping bottles wit a cutie |
Da niggas hollering at me, sayin Webbie how ya do it |
Got dat type of shit, dat a make everybody loose it |
These niggas rapping bout gettin money |
Can’t prove it, Nigga I got 9 or 10 cars sittin stupid |
And these niggas going to jail high pussy stupid |
Cuz I den seen some hoes leave some niggas lookin stupid |
Cupid, yaw ain’t playa’s yaw foolish |
Spend ya last dolla on cuchi, u a clown |
You clown of excuses, and we got money flying everywhere |
So just excuse it |
I-WANT-HER |