Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Da Baddest Bitch on da Planet, artist - The Jacka. Album song Mob Trial, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.09.2006
Record label: Million Dollar Dream
Song language: English
Da Baddest Bitch on da Planet |
Could you be the baddest bitch up in the world? |
Money ain’t a thing whip cream with a swirl |
Baby you could ball or bounce |
Lip gloss, floss up your mouth |
Can I get the keys to your house? |
Your skin color keep 'em in a daze |
It’s somethin like a maze |
All bad bitches get paid |
Baby you can put me in your grand design |
By lookin in my eyes for the dollar signs |
Because your face so bright like Las Vegas nights |
Fill 'moe down rap cat in yo life |
Man other bitches hate all the time |
Bitches tell lies |
Feet hurt cause they wear the wrong shoe size |
But yours is a body like a cruise |
How could you lose? |
Go and get the money from the foo’s |
Man everything back there is jelly |
Made for those five star tellys |
Cats can’t wait to spend bread |
Bitch go ahead |
Do it like Simon Says |
If it don’t hurt it ain’t done |
Arch your back out |
I’ll pull a stack out that’ll blow your back out |
I like when your hair run wild in the wind |
You and your girlfriend act like twins |
But could you be the baddest bitches on the planet? |
You got it goin on to where you man can’t stand it |
Well I’m not him |
Leave that cat |
Tell him you a ho and you like it like that |
You think I don’t like ya |
You got it all wrong |
I get goose bumps when I see that you call |
You know that I’ll ball like Barkley Charles |
People like to stare when you walk through the halls |
Put some steel in your heels |
Chase the dollar bills and give it to a playa that’s real |
Because ya at least once a week she like to kiss another freak |
Fine ass bitches sometimes don’t speak |
But bitch don’t run from the ism |
The ism ain’t a track star leanin in a fat car |
Bitches know I charge |
I’m not a matador so you know I don’t bull |
Real bitches like to stay paid in full |
Man, I don’t do favors |
This ain’t no caper |
Get my paper |
Leather black calf high boots |
Stuffed with loot |
Attract those men in the business suits |
You know I’m gonna lace you with game |
Andre Nicky is the name |
Dope bitch |
Could you be the baddest bitch that exist? |
Always top five in every cats list |
It’s never hit or miss you my bitch |
Even Santa Claus gotta spend chips |
It’s a cold winter |
I’m cold when I go get her |
She wear t-shirt and panties that don’t fit her |
And I’m gonna get at least a rack you best believe that |
I holla bout scratch like a real rap cat |
I get it off top man like it or not |
I let my perm blow in my homie’s drop top |
She latch like a garter belt make a trick heart melt |
First rate, high rate |
And he’s heart felt |
You’s a bad bitch you know I gotta say this |
You’d be somethin that I wanna run away with |
But until then tell your boyfriend |
It’s quick cause I’m a bitch |
I’m not your girlfriend |