French Montana

French Montana - Bad Bitch lyrics

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feat. Jeremih

Got a good thing and a bad bitch

You know where to call when you need it

Wish I had a naughty here, I’m gridding

Sometimes I let a nigga get gridding

God damn I fell in love with a bad bitch

You know that every time you leave me

Even thou I know how am I talking

I didn’t know that nigga wanna beat me

And I’m in middle find love with a bad bitch

Yeah, that bitch she ain’t have shit

Now she grow up, she got asters

Wanna know where she got that ass

She hit my heart on 2-2

She gotta dump on truck up on and pull on it

Don’t mess me in this(?)

Treat me like my nigga put some shoes on it

Got on trap, put a booth on it

I don’t own my triggers spend a lude on ‘em,

Walk up in the club, 2-2 on me

She a bad bitch, put a shoes on me

God damn feel in love with a bad bitch

Say her friends take me to Paris

Don’t make me kill mommy from (?)

Say I’ll be gone but let me grab it

Said I’m gone in the (?) let me grab it

Said I’m all in the bedo, make it nasty

Walk up in the club, roll a Steavy, roll the glass

I can look at you nigga, looking right passing

Young fly J-s up, pocket full of cash

You know where to find me

You know when you need me

All my dogs near, they tell me they agree

I ain’t gonna love it, too much to leave it

I ain’t gonna pop it, show you the squeeze

Got good thing goes with the bad bitch

You know where to call when you need it

Wish I had a naughty here on (?)

Sometimes I let a the nigga get gridding

God damn I fell in love with a bad bitch

You know that every time you leave me

Even thou I know how am I talking

I didn’t know that nigga wanna beat me

And I’m in middle find love with a bad bitch

Yeah, that bitch she ain’t have shit

Now she grow up, she got asters

Wanna know where she got that ass

She hit my heart on 2-2

She gotta dump on truck up on and pull on it

Don’t mess me in this(?)

Treat me like my nigga put some shoes on it

Pull up on my niggas, make a move

Real life, grill life, know it ain’t lose it

Mister walk throw the store and couldn’t forget

Now we walk up in the store buying all that

Taking to the hit man feeling woose

Pull up on some old, buy us some new shit

Bring to the air now we give ‘em all up

Shounty find ass and you don’t even caught back

And I can see why these niggas hate me

Pull up in the drop and they watch eighty

Pull up to the front but a nigga fade me

Got a new crib and the shit graded

Came from the bottom when the nigga balling

Drink til the end, smoke til you fall out

Counting all these money, men keep it all up

All my niggas getting to this money, no lie

Got good thing goes with the bad bitch

You know where to call when you need it

Wish I had a naughty here on (?)

Sometimes I let a the nigga get gridding

God damn I fell in love with a bad bitch

You know that every time you leave me

Even thou I know how am I talking

I didn’t know that nigga wanna beat me

And I’m in middle find love with a bad bitch

Yeah, that bitch she ain’t have shit

Now she grow up, she got asters

Wanna know where she got that ass

She hit my heart on 2-2

She gotta dump on truck up on and pull on it

Don’t mess me in this(?)

Treat me like my nigga put some shoes on it

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