Bad Girl

(album: Winter's Diary - 2012)

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