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Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
I love bad bitches too
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
I´m rockin´ some Trues, what´s new?

Von told me to rap my ass off
Shit, I´m tryna tell him the same
Get to the gwap, I´m tryna take this shit far, but never forget where I came
I want the richy-richies, but I don´t really care for fame, uh-huh
I want the tracky-trackies, this lil´ ho aggy, he ask do my son need a daddy?
I been poppin´ it, my old ho keep tryna stop me, my old friends turnt wishy-washy
Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
I love bad bitches too, aight, ooh
Put me on planes when I land, I´ll still take flight
This lil´ ho cute, finna ask him, "What he doin´ tonight?"
Green in the cup, but it taste like Sprite
I love it so wrong, but it feel so right

Uh-huh, it feel so right, uh-huh
Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh-huh
They talk real big, but they sharin´ they pipes, woof
They callin´ me Caitlin, I´m ballin´, get your pape´ up
Uh, uh-huh, white in his nose, that shit look like makeup
Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh
I love bad bitches too
Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
I love bad bitches too
Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh
I´m tryna get rich, so fuck out my face tryna lay up
Haha, uh, uh-huh, I love bad bitches too

Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh  (Oh, kill ´em, kill ´em)
I love bad bitches too (GloRilla)
Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh (On gang, gang)
Huh, go, haha (Ugh, Ugh)

(Hey, hey)
Yeah, I love them bad bitches (Why?)
´Cause I´m a bad bitch too
Caught my nigga cheating, boy, why you ain´t call me? (Huh?)
I fuck bad bitches too
Fuck I´ma hate on the next ho for? (The fuck?)
That ain´t what bad bitches do
Naw, we can´t lay up, 11 a.m. checkout, nigga ass gettin´ the boot (Outta there)

I´m, I´m a big dog, I don´t argue over niggas (Ho)
Leave that shit for the puppies
I can get dick anytime I want (Stamp that)
Baby, that shit ain´t nothin´
Topic of all these niggas discussions (Yup)
But ain´t none of ´em fucked me
Like my niggas tall and grimy (What else?)
And mixed with a little bit of ugly

Uh, uh-huh, they say shooters shoot
Uh, uh-huh, Duke Dennis, what´s up with you?
Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh (Hahaha, Jorjiana, what the fuck these niggas on man?)
(Ugh) Uh-huh (Ugh), on gang, gang