Bad Bih 4 Ya Lyrics by GloRilla
Shawty something bad and she red like
My favorite color
Gangsta ass bitch something ratchet
She come from da the
Shawty ain’t a lame eye on game get it
From her brothers
She thick from the front natural junt got
It from her mother
That’s a bad bitch for ya
Red bitch with long hair
That’s a bad bitch for ya
White teeth French too nails
That’s a bad bitch for ya
Only listen when you paying the bills
That’s a bad bitch for ya
Glorilla
Middle fingers to my haters all you
Bitches jealous (fuck y’all)
Been knew I was that bitch I didn’t need
A man to tell me (the fuck)
Crop tops in the winter showing off
My flat ass belly (umm)
Gotta watch my back though all
These fuck niggas wanna get me pregnant (on
God)
I’m so damn fine I don’t mean to brag or
Nothing (I’m just saying)
Mane fuck to be honest I don’t brag or
Nothing (I’m just saying)
Nah fuck dat to be honest I don’t brag
Enough (pop yo shit)
I like to flirt cause I be bored and this
Shit fun af (Nah fr)
He texted and said he falling for me I
Replied dats tuff (uughhh)
I be where the money at let them tell it
I be hiding
Real bitches move in silence like the s
Island of island
Fresher than a salad I be dressing like a
Thousand island
Wherever bitches think they be in I be
On that times a thousand
Shawty something bad and she red like
My favorite color
Gangsta ass bitch something ratchet
She come from da the
Shawty ain’t a lame eye on game get it
From her brothers
She thick from the front natural junt got
It from her mother
That’s a bad bitch for ya
Red bitch with long hair
That’s a bad bitch for ya
White teeth French too nails
That’s a bad bitch for ya
Only listen when you paying the bills
That’s a bad bitch for ya
Said I’ll never fuck no rapper bitch
Now I’m feeling I don’t know
I’ll fuck like a slave master
Country *****
I’m straight from talleyho
Seven hundred fifty cash money what I
Had when I walked in the door
Ain’t trying to lead you on but I’m trying
To tell ya Boston Richie go them goals
Post up like a totem pole
Bruh stop playing I don’t know them
Hoes
Pay ya rent talking pay ya car note bill
And buy some clothes
Boston Richie done ran up seven Ms
And still gone trap some Os
Flood that bitch with these brand new
Hundreds I’ll teach a **** how to trap a
Hoe
I can smell that bullshit through the wind
But I got a trapper nose
Spend that money I make it do what it
Do I bet them smackers know
Trying to play it cool on some rapper
Shit but I’m trying play it close
I just text Dank said if Glo want me
Imma get an AP two tone
Shawty something bad and she red like
My favorite color
Gangsta ass bitch something ratchet
She come from da the
Shawty ain’t a lame eye on game get it
From her brothers
She thick from the front natural junt got
It from her mother
