| Could you be the baddest bitch up in the world?
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| Money ain’t a thing whip cream with a swirl
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| Baby you could ball or bounce
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| Lip gloss, floss up your mouth
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| Can I get the keys to your house?
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| Your skin color keep 'em in a daze
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| It’s somethin like a maze
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| All bad bitches get paid
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| Baby you can put me in your grand design
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| By lookin in my eyes for the dollar signs
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| Because your face so bright like Las Vegas nights
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| Fill 'moe down rap cat in yo life
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| Man other bitches hate all the time
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| Bitches tell lies
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| Feet hurt cause they wear the wrong shoe size
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| But yours is a body like a cruise
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| How could you lose?
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| Go and get the money from the foo’s
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| Man everything back there is jelly
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| Made for those five star tellys
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| Cats can’t wait to spend bread
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| Bitch go ahead
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| Do it like Simon Says
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| If it don’t hurt it ain’t done
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| Arch your back out
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| I’ll pull a stack out that’ll blow your back out
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| I like when your hair run wild in the wind
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| You and your girlfriend act like twins
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| But could you be the baddest bitches on the planet?
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| You got it goin on to where you man can’t stand it
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| Well I’m not him
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| Leave that cat
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| Tell him you a ho and you like it like that
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| You think I don’t like ya
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| You got it all wrong
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| I get goose bumps when I see that you call
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| You know that I’ll ball like Barkley Charles
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| People like to stare when you walk through the halls
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| Put some steel in your heels
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| Chase the dollar bills and give it to a playa that’s real
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| Because ya at least once a week she like to kiss another freak
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| Fine ass bitches sometimes don’t speak
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| But bitch don’t run from the ism
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| The ism ain’t a track star leanin in a fat car
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| Bitches know I charge
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| I’m not a matador so you know I don’t bull
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| Real bitches like to stay paid in full
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| Man, I don’t do favors
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| This ain’t no caper
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| Get my paper
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| Leather black calf high boots
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| Stuffed with loot
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| Attract those men in the business suits
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| You know I’m gonna lace you with game
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| Andre Nicky is the name
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| Dope bitch
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| Could you be the baddest bitch that exist?
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| Always top five in every cats list
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| It’s never hit or miss you my bitch
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| Even Santa Claus gotta spend chips
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| It’s a cold winter
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| I’m cold when I go get her
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| She wear t-shirt and panties that don’t fit her
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| And I’m gonna get at least a rack you best believe that
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| I holla bout scratch like a real rap cat
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| I get it off top man like it or not
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| I let my perm blow in my homie’s drop top
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| She latch like a garter belt make a trick heart melt
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| First rate, high rate
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| And he’s heart felt
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| You’s a bad bitch you know I gotta say this
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| You’d be somethin that I wanna run away with
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| But until then tell your boyfriend
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| It’s quick cause I’m a bitch
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| I’m not your girlfriend |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Da Baddest Bitch on da Planet , by - The Jacka. Song from the album Mob Trial, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп