Lyrics:
keep your fake gratitude
Big problems I can't stay mad at you
Home girl, I got a lot of chicks that's bad as you
Now the world is my playpen
Girlies
flip flop, really nothing fancy
But get approached by a girl named Tammy
Who looked good enough to be Miss Miami
But say, since I'm her peeps call
flip flop, really nothing fancy
But get approached by a girl named Tammy
Who looked good enough to be Miss Miami
But say, since I'm her peeps call
Where the bad bitches at, gon' smoke?
Where the bad bitches at, gon' drank?
Where the bad bitches at that twerk?
Put them weak bitches out that can't
can't wait to let 'em shoot
Had a bad bitch tweaking
Man I think it was the boot
And today is a perfect day to get loot
I might take a trip to MIA with my
sexy girls they wanna come by
when you come to my house we go combine
when you gone i miss you bad i miss you good
when you gone baby miss you bad i
tryna bust it for the dollars?
Who tryna freak, bring their home-girl and run it?
She my spicy lil' mama (ooh-yeah), she let me bust her piñata
bad
She knows it
The way she whine she whine she whine
Oh girl you shine just like the sun
Oh yeah mi can't deny
With yuh by mi side
Feels like i'm
night
Thirty girls at my place
This gon' be a long night
This gon' be a long night
Champagne, paper planes
This gon' be a long night
Bad
I got bad bad bitches on my dick
Everywhere I go j'so u know
I got bad bad bitches on my dick
Up and down the pole so you know
I got bad bad
No, my shorty ain't no average girl
Bad biddy by my side
Bad biddy by my side, side
Bad biddy by my side
I was cooling, she was vybin' yea
Always down
be just one in the end
Me, myself, and I, that's all I need to get by
That and to get high
(Andrea Bocelli)
Brucia la terra mia
E abbrucia lu me cori
that shit
Bang bang bang
Now we all got rich
For my girls with they name on the list
Getting paid on the fifth, go broke by the sixth
Stunt hard
But can
hot
Love to see her
Tattoos with a bad demeanour
My god girl I love your features
Drop it low she makes it
Hot hot
Mamma Mia
Italiana ma sembri latina
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin' problem (problem)
And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (true)
I love bad bitches that's my
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin' problem (problem)
And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (true)
I love bad bitches that's my
king
You can tell by the bling
Never catch me on the scene
Mad world mad world mad world
Gotta alotta bad girls bad girls
Mad world mad world mad world
She told me to fly safe
Paper Planes crash go M.I.A
Girl u lookin bad damn its too bad that I cant stay
I'll only be an hour I'll be back around in
got it on me
Shawty wanna fuck with a savage
And I just wanna fuck with a bad bitch
Bad bitches only
Bad bitches only
Girl the real thing she don't fuck
mercy)
She wanna chill and pif, I know
Baby girl shallow
Me nuh want to girl shallow
Baby girl by my side
Shadow
How she gon’ ride for the day
Ain’t got
She'll boost your car, she'll boost your confidence
She a real good girl, she a real bad girl
She don't take no shit, she only take dick
She a real good
let you come back
Whatcha want to Do?
Chorus: Charlie Wilson
Cause my heart is yearnin for your love
(2x)
Verse 2: Mia X
Now we been through
Girl, you're lookin' like a '4 dropped low to the ground
Ooh, I like it when you shake it up and swing it around
Don't stop, ooh, you servin' it now
Girl, I heard that you're with him
Where are you now, Mia
Where are you now, Mia
You tell me that he needed you
Deep down, we both know it's not the truth
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