Bad Lil Bish B.o.B (Ft. Baby Tate & Black Boe)

[Chorus: B.o.B & Black Boe]
She don't fuck with none of my friends
Got her own money, own bands
Naw, she don't fold under pressure
And when I touch her she gon' make that ass bend
That's a bad little bitch, that's a bad little bitch
That's a bad little bitch, that's a bad little bitch
No, she don't know none of my exes
From the hood and she love to talk reckless
Wanna hit her from the front
Wanna hang bitches tongue on my necklace
Huh, that's a bad little bitch, that's a bad little bitch
That's a bad little bitch, that's a bad little bitch

[Verse 1: Baby Tate]
Yeah, he said he want a bad little bitch
Whole lotta ass, no tits
Causе a scene 'cause my prеsence sick
Never need a nigga bag I'm rich
And tell them broke hoes don't say that line
I got place card I don't wait in line
I can take your man, give him back, spin the block, pass around bitch you ain't taking mine
I can't decide on the benz or the beam
Body a knockout I'm still in them dreams
All these red bottoms got sensitive feet
Steppin' bitches could never be me
'Cause I go hard never delicately
I make 'em hard finna bust out them scales
When he seen you he was soft as a kleenex, what do that mean bitch, what do you think
Uum, he wanna fuck on a bad hoe, fuck his ex bitch she a mad hoe
I don't argue I just give him mad throat
Give me [?] and Versace bathrobes
Niggas pocket watching I got mad dough
East side, Candler Road
He like the way that my belly roll
Brown skin look like Kelly Rowland, Tate