bad bitch (remix) lyrics – webbie

(feat. trina)

come on… i need a bad b*tch
come on… if you a bad b*tch
yeah i want a bad b*tch

[verse 1]
the girl be, cookin and cleanin and cleanin and cookin
she be, constantly douchin and cleanin her p*ssy
and when she, step on the scene e’rybody be lookin
and to, get in them jeans everybody be wishin
but she, only want players who far from rookie
and if you, ain’t got the cake you can’t play with the nookie
her t*tties, sittin pretty and she soft as a cushion
if you, try to holla she might holla she tooken
and she walk like a bad b*tch, talk like a bad b*tch
and goin get her hair and sh*t fixed is a habit
and a bad b*tch go and buy fits mo’ than average
and bad b*tches get to take trips wite “the savage”
can never tell a bad b*tch a freak, she too cl*ssy
but sh*t, i can tell from her lips that’s she nasty
expensive-*ss pants is, gripped to them *sses
she mean as a pitbull and sweet like candy

now that’s a bad b*tch (a bad b*tch) [repeat 4x]
girl you a bad b*tch (a bad b*tch) [repeat 4x]

uhh, you want a bad b*tch? trina’s the baddest
and i’m thick and fine from the cornbread and the cabbage, a savage
i would give you my number so you can have this
but i don’t need the stalkin, prank calls or the madness
my *ss like whoa, my goodies incred-ible
i’m in this cheerleader skirt, and these legs flexible
you flippin and pushin and pushin to flip it
you can have an old lady, if i want you i ain’t trippin
i got, my own money own cars own house
i can cook a meal same time and turn a n*gg* out
i’m the, example of what you want up on your team
but these dior bags and my time gon’ cost cream, uhh
now i ain’t gotta meet your momma, gimme dollars
gimme gucci, gimme chanel, pearls and gimme prada, uhh
a hood chick, i got yo’ man, what a tragedy
he give me his paper to his plastic, i’m a bad b*tch


now make yourself seen, cause you a bad b*tch (a bad b*tch)
girl you a bad b*tch (a bad b*tch), yeah you a bad b*tch (a bad b*tch)
now show yo’ *ss off, cause you a bad b*tch (a bad b*tch)
girl you a bad b*tch (a bad b*tch), yeah you a bad b*tch (a bad b*tch)
man i love them bad b*tches with them s*xy-*ss tattoos
them bad b*tches with them bad b*tches att*tudes
she a d*mn fool, gotta crib she’ll let me camp
make sho’ her n*gg*z stay filled with them food stamps
ent, do you know what that mean mayne
own d*mn house flossed out big screen mayne
i’ll bring the whole hundred sh*t what’chu gon’ do for me mayne
look at her own income, she a beast mayne
bad b*tches handle bid’ness first, then streets mayne
she ain’t cryin over no n*gg*, she ain’t weak mayne
the kind of b*tch that put a real n*gg* on his feet mayne

[chorus – repeat 2x]

come here… fo’ sho’
trill entertainment n*gg*
i’m webbie n*gg*
my name ain’t we-be you heard me?
get it right, mouse on the track

/ webbie lyrics