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Tyga

Bad Bitches

 

Bad Bitches

(album: Black Thoughts Vol. 2 - 2011)


[Chorus]
All day long, do it like Tony
Fuck her friend then I pass it to the big homie
Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only
Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only
Big bank roll, do it like Tony
Fuck her friend then I pass it to the big homie
Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only
Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only

[Tyga Verse 1]
Well its that nigga that you call T-Raw
Running that money like Madoff
Yea she gave that blow job then she get it laid off
I ain't got no time hoe, stop blowing up my cell phone
Sweating me like headbands, call that bitch Rondo
I'm fresher than the Prom hoe, teach ya we don't fly coach
Fucking but she act dumb, kick her out my condo
Real G's, Last King, Young Money balling
I give her a couple of shots and then she turn alcoholic
Metaphorically or Rhetoric
And I'm shitting on your forehead
2 girls 1 cup...Yup
We did it again Last King YMCMB
I don't pay for bitches, bitches pay me

[Chorus]

[Gudda Gudda Verse 2]
Uh, Knock knock, who the fuck is there?
A sign on my dick that say, "bad bitches come in here"
Make a freak whore, detour straight to my partna room and let him beat it like a keyboard
All I do is dick 'em I don't tip 'em like a stripper man
I got a ton of chicks under my belt like a zipper, yea
Walk up in the club, pick 'em out and then I pick 'em off
Pick 'em up and then knock em down and them I drop 'em off
I'ma dog keep your girl from round my type of shit or she'll be milk box material
And missing for the night man this shit is just that easy
When your pockets sitting right
I turn my bed into a stage and let your girl rock on my mic

[Chorus]

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