CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : My Bad

(You could ask big cuz)
Bitches always got something to say (Aha) 
Got Ken The motherf*cking Man in this bitch 

Bitches always tryna talk what they don't know about (What they don't know about)
I be chill in front them niggas, you be showing out (Stupid bitch) 
I be dressing like I'm going out 
Drop that nigga, he was wanna sorry but I'm glowing now (Yeah) 
(Mm), ooh-wee (Ooh-wee)
I blewed up, now everybody know me (Everybody know me)
I don't got feelings, he just give me money (Oh, I like that) 
I saved his number under "Ooh, he want me" 
Model type (Model type), that's what they like (Bad bitch)
Still thuggin', niggas never get it right (Gеt it right) 
Bitches borrow, they gon' copy, they gon' bitе (They gon' copy)
But they swear they did it first, yeah, a'ight (Bitch, please) 

I don't get along with bitches, shit my bad
(In my bag)
That's all you gotta do to get these bitches mad
(Ain't no tag)
Pull up on a bitch 'cause I don't do the at's 
(You know I'm nasty)
Don't eat my p*ssy 'less you it from the back 

Ayy, I ain't got beef with these bitches, for what? 
Be ugly as f*ck and they can't keep a nigga for nothing (Stupid ass ho)
Bitches be bitter and we ain't event got to the summer 
Blocking the come up 'cause they stand to see a bitch one up (What) 
Last place, you hoes earned that spot (Earned that spot) 
f*ck these hoes, pull hoes and turn hoes out (Turn hoes out) 
Cool ass bitch, walk through, the temp' gon' drop 
I'm a smooth talker like the car I drive, ayy 
 And I don't wanna be his bitch, I'm in these streets (I'm in these streets) 
No jay walking, this Baleci's on the feet (Balenci's on the feet) 
See you bitches sending shots but they be cheap
They be friendly when I see 'em but be bullies in they tweets, ayy 

I don't get along with bitches, shit my bad
(In my bag)
That's all you gotta do to get these bitches mad
(Ain't no tag)
Pull up on a bitch 'cause I don't do the at's 
(You know I'm nasty)
Don't eat my p*ssy 'less you it from the back 

Do it from the back
'Less you do it from the back
Nigga want my time, I gotta tax 
Got all his new bitches mad
'Cause he keep coming, coming back, coming back 
But I don't want him
Yeah, I'm off him and I ain't on him
Getting high, I'm a stoner 
Ayy, cuz, roll that shit up