CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : 1-800-BAD-BXTCH
Saucy on yo' mind, no broke boys on my line
What's yo' number? 1-800-Bad-Bitch
All my bossed up bitches raise yo' glasses
Make him run it up, baby, work yo' magic
Top notch, he can't treat me like no average
What's yo' number? (Who that is?) 1-800-Bad-Bitch
All my bossed up bitches raise yo' glasses
I'm the wifey type, but I can get real nasty
Top notch, he can't treat me like no average
1-800-Bad-Ass-Bitch
Call me now, call me now
1-800-Bad-Ass-Bitch
Call me now, call me now
Caller one caught my eye, but I never talk to 'em
'Cause if the nigga ain't steppin', then I'ma walk through 'em
Caller two, I hope you got no bands
I really hate the dish room, I'd run up with your friends
Caller three said somethin' to impress me
It's ???, boy, you 'bout to stress me
Caller four, no mistake, put the icing on my cake
Make a nigga double take, make the bitches pop the brains
Actin' like he playa? I'ma walk him like a dog
Pullin' on his walley? I'ma walk him to the mall
Caller five, kinda tall (Uh-huh), pockets hella thick (Okey)
Love him like a brother? Threat him like a tree
Caller six, ain't no better
Caller seven made me wetter, thinks he's slick, but I'm clever
Caller eight, have your shit together!
If that nigga being cheap, you can pass on him
Gotta make him spend a ???, blow a ???
What's yo' number? 1-800-Bad-Bitch
All my bossed up bitches raise yo' glasses
Make him run it up, baby, work yo' magic
Top notch, he can't treat me like no average
What's yo' number? (Who that is?) 1-800-Bad-Bitch
All my bossed up bitches raise yo' glasses
I'm the wifey type, but I can get real nasty
Top notch, he can't treat me like no average
1-800-Bad-Ass-Bitch
Call me now, call me now
1-800-Bad-Ass-Bitch
Call me now, call me now
Caller one caught my eye, but I never talk to 'em
'Cause if the nigga ain't steppin', then I'ma walk through 'em
Caller two, I hope you got no bands
I really hate the dish room, I'd run up with your friends
Caller three said somethin' to impress me
It's ???, boy, you 'bout to stress me
Caller four, no mistake, put the icing on my cake
Make a nigga double take, make the bitches pop the brains
Actin' like he playa? I'ma walk him like a dog
Pullin' on his walley? I'ma walk him to the mall
Caller five, kinda tall (Uh-huh), pockets hella thick (Okey)
Love him like a brother? Threat him like a tree
Caller six, ain't no better
Caller seven made me wetter, thinks he's slick, but I'm clever
Caller eight, have your shit together!
If that nigga being cheap, you can pass on him
Gotta make him spend a ???, blow a ???
