ANDRE NICKATINA - Baddest Bitch On The Planet lyrics

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Could you be the baddest bitch up in the world

Money ain't a thing

Whip cream with a swirl

Baby you could ball or bounce

Lip gloss, floss to your mouth

Can I get the keys to your house

Your skin color keep 'em in a daze

Somethin like a maze

All bad bitches get paid

Baby you can put me in your grand design

By lookin in my eyes with the dollar signs

Becuase your face so bright like las vagas nights

Feel mo down rap cat in yo life

And other bitches hate all the time

Bitches tell lies

Feet hurt cause they wear the wrong shoe size

But yours is a body like a cruise

How could you lose

Go and get the money from the foo's

And everything back there is jelly

Maybe those five star tellys

Cats can't wait to spend bread

Bitch go ahead

Do it like simon says

If it don't hurt it ain't done

Arch your back out

I'll pull a stack out that'll blow your back out

I like when your hair runs wild in the wind

You and your girlfriend act like twins

But could you be the baddest bitches on the planet

You got it goin on where you man can't stand it

Well I'm not him

Leave that cat

Tell him you a hoe and you like it like that

You think I don't like ya

You got it all wrong

I get goosebumps when I see that you call

You know that I'll ball like barkley charles

People like to stare when you walk through the halls

Put some steel in your heels

Chase the dollar bills

And give it to a playa that's real

Because at least once a week she like to kiss another freak

Fine ass bitches sometimes don't speak

But bitch don't run from the ism

The ism ain't a track star leanin in a fat car

Bitches know I charge

I'm not a matador so you know I don't pull

Real bitches like to stay paid in full

Man I don't do favors

This ain't no caper

Get my paper

Another black cat fine boots

Stuffed with loot

Attract those men in the business suits

You know I'm gonna lace you with game

Andre nicki is the name

Dope bitch

Could you be the baddest bitch that exist

Always top five in every cats list

It's never hit or miss

You my bitch

Even santa clause gotta spend chips

It's a cold winter

I'm cold when I go get her

She wear t-shirt and panties that don't fit her

And I'm gonna get a leathal rack

You best believe that

I holler bout scratch like a real rap cat

I get it off top

Man like a door knock

I let my perm flow when my homies drop top

She latches like a garter belt

Make a trick heart melt

First rate

Irate

Damn hes heart felt

Yous a bad bitch you know I gotta say this

Youd be somethin that I wanna run away with

But until then

Tell your boyfriend

It's cool cause I'm a bitch

I'm not your girlfriend