Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Bitch

Got a thing goin' with a bad bitch
You know who to call when you it
Wish I had you, I'm greedy
like that nigga get greedy
Got damn I fell in with a bad bitch
You that every time you leave me
Even though I know how men be
I just know that wanna be me
Came in here and in love with a bad bitch
Back then she ain't shit
Now she grown up, she got ass,
Wanna where she got that ass at
She hit my heart, a toot, on it
She got a truck, I put a boot on it
Don't mind spendin' this on it
Treat her like my whip, I put some on her

Got a dump truck, put a on her
I don't mind trickin', loot on her
Walk up in the club, and toot, on her
She's a bad bitch, put on her
God damn, fell in with a bad b*tch
Said, "French, me to Paris"
Dominican mami Cali
I said, "Gon' bend it over, let me it"
I said, "Gon' it over, make it nasty"
up in the club, rollin', Stevie Wonder glasses
I lookin' at you niggas, lookin' way past you
Young, fly, G's up, full of cash
You know where to find me, you know you need me
All my dogs eat, they'll you I ain't greedy
I ain't gon' her, too much to leave her
I ain't goin' public, is easy

Got a good thing goin' with a bad
You know who to call you need it
Wish I had you, I'm greedy
Sometimes that nigga get greedy
Got damn I fell in love with a bad
You that every time you leave me
Even though I how men be talkin'
I just know that nigga be me
Came in and fell in love with a bad b*tch
Back then she have shit
Now she grown up, she got ass,
Wanna know where she got ass at
She hit my heart, a toot, on it
She got a truck, I put a boot on it
Don't mind this loot on it
Treat her my whip, I put some shoes on her

Pull up my niggas, make a move
Red light, green light, no it Gucci
Used to walk up in the store, couldn't that
Now I walk up in the store, all that
it to the head, man, nigga feelin' woozy
Pull up in the old school, boy I'm on some new
Red to the head, man we gettin' all
And shorty phone answers, she don't call back
And I can see why these hate me
Pull up in a drop and the 80
Pull up to the but a nigga faded
Got a new crib and the gated
Came from the bottom, watch a ball out
Drink it to the head, smoke you fall out
Countin' up money, nigga, keep the door locked
All my gettin' to this money, no lie