Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bad Girl, artist - Tink. Album song Winter's Diary, in the genre R&BDate of issue: 12.04.2018
Record label: Winter's Diary
Song language: English
Bad Girl |
| OK my heels are 7 inches, Monday through Sunday |
| I’m walking to the bank as if I’m Tyra on that runway |
| OK my heels are 7 inches, Monday through Sunday |
| I’m walking to the bank as if I’m Tyra on that runway |
| Hotter than wasabi, bet them niggas know my name |
| I’m twisting up my fingers while I’m rolling up that jane |
| I’m a bad girl, yeah I’m a bad girl |
| I’m a bad girl, yeah I’m a bad girl |
| Manicured tips, and my bag is lepard print |
| Got a nice round booty, and a pare of full lips |
| I’m a bad girl, yeah I’m a bad girl |
| I’m a bad girl, yeah I’m a bad girl |
| OK my heels are 7 inches, Monday through Sunday |
| I’m walking to the bank as if I’m Tyra on that runway |
| Catwalk, cheata print leggings, but these bitches |
| Hoes staring me down like that fridge in they kitchen |
| Maybe cause I’m eating, it’s bread up in my wallet |
| And I ain’t talking vollyball when I say I got it |
| That check, that was easy |
| And you can never be me |
| These girls want my image like a shortage on they TV |
| Better get that cabel, cuase Imma be direct |
| I’m way over your head, like a on your neck |
| And I’m putting on a show, call me the director |
| Hoes riding my dick like pasingers on that Metro |
| But that is expected when you kinda dope |
| I roll the blunt, he roll his tongue, yeah that’s kinda dope |
| And I’m kinda cool, |
| I’m in the front, like Chinies bangs |
| Hotter than wasabi, bet them niggas know my name |
| I’m twisting up my fingers while I’m rolling up that jane |
| I’m a bad girl, yeah I’m a bad girl |
| I’m a bad girl, yeah I’m a bad girl |
| Manicured tips, and my bag is lepard print |
| Got a nice round booty, and a pare of full lips |
| I’m a bad girl, yeah I’m a bad girl |
| I’m a bad girl, yeah I’m a bad girl |
| This for all the girls riding in the fast lane |
| This for all the girls twisting up they own plane |
| This for all the girls who can buy they own |
| Been stacking up very up |
| Pink up on my nails, but don’t ever take me lightly |
| I’m known to make a scene, might as well call me Spike lLee |
| Rolling, I’m just getting |
| Tryna count these chips like the dealer playing Poker |
| I’m playing that joker, cause you know that I’m wild |
| And if I take your nigga, you can blame it on my style |
| Blame it on my bars, you know I got groupies |
| All about my paper, I’m addicted to this loose lief |
| Rings over my fingers, I feel like Jordan |
| Got these rappers shook like they living in New Orlands |
| Shout out to Catrina, |
| If you ain’t talking cash, then we cannot mingle |
| Hotter than wasabi, bet them niggas know my name |
| I’m twisting up my fingers while I’m rolling up that jane |
| I’m a bad girl, yeah I’m a bad girl |
| I’m a bad girl, yeah I’m a bad girl |
| Manicured tips, and my bag is lepard print |
| Got a nice round booty, and a pare of full lips |
| I’m a bad girl, yeah I’m a bad girl |
| I’m a bad girl, yeah I’m a bad girl |
| Get it, get it, get it, if you a bad girl |
| Get it, get it, get it, |
| Get it, get it, get it, if you want a bad girl |
| He want a bad girl |
| He want a bad girl |
| So work, work, work |
| Twerk, twerk, twerk |
| Work, work, work |
| Twerk, twerk, twerk |