Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bad Girls , by - Dj Kay Slay. Release date: 08.02.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bad Girls |
| Yeah that’s what I’m talkin about!!! |
| I know it’s a few of y’all left!!! |
| Matter of fact!!! |
| I got the best with me right now!!! |
| I got Jackie-O!!! |
| Remy Ma!!! |
| (YEAH) Hedonis (YEAH) |
| Ayanna Irish, set this shit off!!! |
| Let’s go!!! |
| I know you like my style, and I see you checkin us out |
| Is it the way we walk, the way we talk, the thing we doin |
| I’m a bad giiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrrrllllllllllllllllllll!!! |
| I’m a bad giiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrrrllllllllllllllllllll!!! |
| Till the day I die |
| I shit on niggas I play with they mental |
| I, spit on bitches I key they rentals |
| I, walk on water I talk in scirptures |
| If she ain’t the chick in the mirror she can’t out spit me |
| See dudes see this ass and they think I’m 'gon fornicate |
| Christmas tree niggas leave 'em hangin like they ornaments |
| I have 'em order rims, import 'em in |
| No loiterin, straight origin |
| Miss flirtatious part mercedes |
| I’m, Jackie-O the fuckin baby |
| Uh, he got bling cause he push caucasian |
| I don’t wanna fuck yo' man I wanna fuck his face in |
| You only starin cause you never seen a real mag |
| Take a picture bitch so you make the thrill last |
| Greatest show on earth you found it |
| Like Barnum but I’m a leave y’all to the clown shit |
| I know you like my style, and I see you checkin us out |
| Is it the way we walk, the way we talk, the thing we doin |
| I’m a bad giiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrrrllllllllllllllllllll!!! |
| I’m a bad giiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrrrllllllllllllllllllll!!! |
| Till the day I die |
| I’m the soul controller |
| G.I. |
| Joe, ho I control the soldiers |
| Float like Noah, and I toat for stolers |
| Leave the nappyhead ho with a comb and a coma |
| Go console her, yo leave this ho supposed to be |
| Stylin like me with them posters posted |
| Know you showed her, I just hold composure |
| Suck my teeth and sound like an open soda |
| …Body like a Coca-Cola |
| But I quench a nigga thirst like cold Corona |
| Rode your toaster, I got the coldest shoulder |
| But I keep my heat warm with my shoulder holder |
| Coast to coaster, I pays no payolla |
| And I never do a show, for a broke promoter |
| Walk in the Queen’s kingdom and overthrow her |
| I’m a first class bitch I ain’t got time to coach her |
| I know you like my style, and I see you checkin us out |
| Is it the way we walk, the way we talk, the thing we doin |
| I’m a bad giiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrrrllllllllllllllllllll!!! |
| I’m a bad giiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrrrllllllllllllllllllll!!! |
| Till the day I die |
| The Philly swagger they diggin ya Philly auror |
| To the O.G.'s I’m Oprah, to the young girls I’m Dorah |
| I walks, with a glide my talk be 'bout money |
| Broke niggas always askin why I sound so funny |
| Huh, communication’s key, he never moved a key |
| He never drove the V, who he talkin to me? |
| Usin a pick up line by Jay-Z |
| I’m far from a dummy chick he loadin up his dummy clips |
| I’m like next, bein broke ain’t a protocol |
| My ears be chandeliers, my chain like a waterfall |
| My ass like a backyard, heh heh!!! |
| You never seen a crib steppin out of a car |
| Let that lightnin bug out of that jar, try to bottle the light |
| Let it roll like a kite, wind blows catch flies |
| I’m catchin flights from The U.K. back to U.S.A |
| My number rings say F-U-C-K |
| I know you like my style, and I see you checkin us out |
| Is it the way we walk, the way we talk, the thing we doin |
| I’m a bad giiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrrrllllllllllllllllllll!!! |
| I’m a bad giiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrrrllllllllllllllllllll!!! |
| Till the day I die |