Текст песни
Bad bitch
Not average
She classy
And ratchet
Ass fat
Not kinda thick
Corn bread fed
Look at ha hips
Love da way she talk
Ha voice so sexy
Love da way she walk
Love ha caramel complexion
She da one i want
Got dese otha hoes jealous
Girl pickup ya phone
I hate when we separate
Look into ha eyes
Lil mama breathtakin
She runnin thru ma mind
Got me constantly thinking
Bout givin ha all my time
But she think im gone replace ha
Nah girl u mine
Give ha backshots without no chaser
Bottles on bottles feelin like im in da matrix
Pop em n drop em dutches got me cross faded
I like my liquor how i like my bitches, melanated
Lightskin , brownskin , darkskin , or Latina imma take it
Diamonds on diamonds feel like a star how im shining
Perfect timin on timin dey sellin shi ian buyin
We riding u dyin in da playground how we be slidin
Mileage on mileage niggas be hatin but dey be watchin
stop it mane stop it
Why u mad at me cause im gettin dat profit
Got it i got it
Too much bread say fuck a wallet
Commas on commas rollin dat maijaurana
Ganja on Ganja cant tell me ian no stoner
Luh mama sum special
Ha parents did dey thing
She say I keep ha wetter
Sum like a hurricane
I like my bitches smart
And dis one got good brain
As long as u play yo part
Ran aint gone eva change
Bad bitch
Not average
She classy
And ratchet
Ass fat
Not kinda thick
Corn bread fed
Look at ha hips
Love da way she talk
Ha voice so sexy
Love da way she walk
Love ha caramel complexion
She da one i want
Got dese otha hoes jealous
Girl pickup ya phone
I hate when we separate
Say watchu on
Sexy lil bitch
Put cho numba in ma phone
You here
All alone u aint got no man
Let me take u home
need sombody dats gone protect ya
Dat nigga wont
He softer den sum tissue (Achoo) bless u
wipe his nose
Aint nobody i can count on
Everybody showed dey flaws
6 times 2 did dat bad
got me in da backseat of dey car
I was just tryna get loaded
still dont got dat gar
My brudda aint een do shii n he locked behind bars
Free Jay
He dont play
When he get out
Yall bitches aint safe
Da system dicked out
See our skin color we like dey prey
I just want all ma bruddas free
To da lord i pray
We sum Young Hood Niggas just searchin fa a way
We on a mission
Tryna get dat ticket
Dis dat road 2 riches
Chasin after millions
We got poles wit extensions
Dis how we livin
Got hoes n our buisness
And all of em know dat we wit it