Webbie Bad Chick Remix (Feat. Trina) Lyrics
[Intro]
Come on... I need a bad b____
Come on... if you a bad b____
Yeah I want a bad b____
[Verse 1]
The girl be, cookin and cleanin and cleanin and cookin
She be, constantly douchin and cleanin her p____
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__ties, 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____, talk like a bad b____
And goin get her hair and s___ fixed is a habit
And a bad b____ go and buy fits mo' than average
And bad b____es get to take trips wite "The Savage"
Can never tell a bad b____ a freak, she too classy
But s___, I can tell from her lips that's she nasty
Expensive-a__ pants is, gripped to them a__es
She mean as a pitbull and sweet like candy
[Chorus]
Now that's a bad b____ (a bad b____) [repeat 4X]
Girl you a bad b____ (a bad b____) [repeat 4X]
[Trina]
Uhh, you want a bad b____? 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 a__ 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____ 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____
[Chorus]
[Webbie]
Now make yourself seen, cause you a bad b____ (a bad b____)
Girl you a bad b____ (a bad b____), yeah you a bad b____ (a bad b____)
Now show yo' a__ off, cause you a bad b____ (a bad b____)
Girl you a bad b____ (a bad b____), yeah you a bad b____ (a bad b____)
Man I love them bad b____es with them s__y-a__ tattoos
Them bad b____es with them bad b____es attitudes
She a d___ fool, gotta crib she'll let me camp
Make sho' her n____z stay filled with them food stamps
I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D
E-N-T, do you know what that mean mayne
Own d___ house flossed out big screen mayne
I'll bring the whole hundred s___ what'chu gon' do for me mayne
Look at her own income, she a beast mayne
Bad b____es handle bid'ness first, then streets mayne
She ain't cryin over no n____, she ain't weak mayne
The kind of b____ that put a real n____ on his feet mayne
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
[Outro]
Come here... fo' sho'
Trill Entertainment n____
I'm Webbie n____
My name ain't We-Be you heard me?
Get it right, Mouse on the track
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