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Bad motha', know what ya see? Ayy, I don't like good girls, I need all my bitches bad (bad) Lookin' back, throwin' all that ass, girl, you bad (bad) I'm a cop, you a new Chanel bag 'cause you bad (bad) No filter on your pictures, yeah, you (bad) Get it, get it, get it, girl, you (bad) Hair and nails done, yeah, your whole clique (bad) I want you not yo friends, baby yeah you (bad) Spendin' all this cash on you, baby, 'cause you bad (bad) Broke nigga all up in your mentions, lookin' sad I'ma put lil' shawty in detention 'cause she bad (bad) She some fine shit, yeah, the type I can't pass I'ma upgrade your life, yeah, I'm talkin' first class 'Cause you bad (bad) Who it is? It's the baby, 3 1 0 (Who you know?) I got a lot of paper, I'ma always want mo' (I'ma always want more) Yeah they gon' talk but them the people I don't know (They gon' talk, ayy, ayy, ayy) And if it ain't about a check, she won't go ayy She my type, that's right, yeah Slim waist and her toenails white, whoa Letras de cancionesYou can come over, but you can't spend the night though Ain't want to take you from your man, it's only right though I don't like good girls, I need all my bitches bad (bad) Lookin' back, throwin' all that ass, girl, you bad (bad) I'm a cop, you a new Chanel bag 'cause you bad (bad) No filter on your pictures, yeah, you (bad) Get it, get it, get it, girl, you (bad) Hair and nails done, yeah, your whole clique (bad) I want you not yo friends, baby yeah you (bad) Spendin' all this cash on you, baby, 'cause you bad (bad) Say she love Cartier, so I put buffs on her Yeah she bad, can't lose her, put the Cuffs on her Called Desto like she need a collab 'Cause baby that's an awful lot of bad Hold up, let the, beat break down They used to call your phone, but them niggas can't now All your homegirls, yeah, they tryna hang now Put them diamonds in your ear, dancin' like James Brown Yeah, you shinin', girl you glowin' Tell you you the baddest, you like I'm already knowin' Body for her sweatsuit, all her curves showin' She all up in the mirror like 'I think my ass growin'' I don't like good girls, I need all my bitches bad (bad) Lookin' back, throwin' all that ass, girl, you bad (bad) I'm a cop, you a new Chanel bag 'cause you bad (bad) No filter on your pictures, yeah, you (bad) Get it, get it, get it, girl, you (bad) Hair and nails done, yeah, your whole clique (bad) I want you not yo friends, baby yeah you (bad) Spendin' all this cash on you, baby, 'cause you bad (bad) Cross the tracks, uh (like what?) Turned my back, uh (like, like bow) Cross the tracks, uh (like, like what?) Huh, turned my back, uh (like, like, like bow) Paid the cost to be the boss (Like, like, like bow?) I'm a bad, motha' (Like, like, like what?) Huh Bad (Bad) From Letras Mania