Bitch, I'm bad
With my heels to the floor
But you already knew that shit before
I'm bad, and I got the stacks
With the pink stun gun to get you bitches whacked
I'm bad
Uh, why you mad hoe?
I don't give a f*ck, I go for the low blows
Can't be me cause I got too much confidence
Bout damn time you start paying those dividends
Uh, I got it bad, see me round town, new Louis bag
See me at the stand on the brand new mag
See me in the streets and catch the mag
Uh, I got a big butt
Miss Khloe M, you bitches needa get f*cked
Clearing you bitches but I ain't no enema
You know I'm way out of your f*cking caliber
With no Paris that rent's looking really due
Yeah, I'm a mean girl, I really could bully you
Go and cry girl then maybe they'll favor you
Maybe you'll think about who you're really stepping to
Top tier face, but I carry the mace
Cross me now, I'll catch a case
And you got all that gut ripping through the lace
AMN and CHESCA winning the race, bitch
Baddest lil bitch in the game
So diabolical
I'm badder when I ride in the Range
You think you're f*cking with me?
Oh that shit sounds strange, right?
Don't gotta suck dick to get tin the stage lights
So, AMN called a bitch up like "Hello!"
Cuz they know I got that jiggle that jam
I shake it like Jell-O
And when CHESCA hop on the track its GG
I make bitches sick, make em depressed
So easy, believe me
I swear they can not compete
And if they try massacre on Vespucci beach
I'm just too bad, so rude, big ass cunt
The only thing that comes between me and my girls is a blunt
Bitch, I'm bad
With my heels to the floor
But you already knew that shit before
I'm bad, and I got the stacks
With the pink stun gun to get you bitches whacked
I'm bad
Wait hold it
They let me on the beat again
If you want the meat, I swear to god that I am bringing it
Eat your favorite rappers for lunch and they won't compete again
See me on the track with the girlies, they'll never be ya friend
LOL I took some personal days
I got right into my bag, you saving personal face
And now I'm really talkin shit but not in personal ways
You not even worth my time you just a personal waste
Bitch I'm bad, yeah I got it back
You ain't never gonna win lookin like that
Dressed to impress, you should put it right back
Cause I'm hanging with the best that's why they called me on the track
Bitch, I'm bad
With my heels to the floor
But you already knew that shit before
I'm bad, and I got the stacks
With the pink stun gun to get you bitches whacked
Bitch I'm bad
AMN - I'm Bad (feat. CHESCA) Lyrics
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Bitch, I'm bad
With my heels to the floor
But you already knew that shit before
I'm bad, and I got the stacks
With the pink stun gun to get you bitches whacked
I'm bad
Uh, why you mad hoe?
I don't give a f*ck, I go for the low blows
Can't be me cause I got too much confidence
Bout damn time you start paying those dividends
Uh, I got it bad, see me round town, new Louis bag
See me at the stand on the brand new mag
See me in the streets and catch the mag
Uh, I got a big butt
Miss Khloe M, you bitches needa get f*cked
Clearing you bitches but I ain't no enema
You know I'm way out of your f*cking caliber
With no Paris that rent's looking really due
Yeah, I'm a mean girl, I really could bully you
Go and cry girl then maybe they'll favor you
Maybe you'll think about who you're really stepping to
Top tier face, but I carry the mace
Cross me now, I'll catch a case
And you got all that gut ripping through the lace
AMN and CHESCA winning the race, bitch
Baddest lil bitch in the game
So diabolical
I'm badder when I ride in the Range
You think you're f*cking with me?
Oh that shit sounds strange, right?
Don't gotta suck dick to get tin the stage lights
So, AMN called a bitch up like "Hello!"
Cuz they know I got that jiggle that jam
I shake it like Jell-O
And when CHESCA hop on the track its GG
I make bitches sick, make em depressed
So easy, believe me
I swear they can not compete
And if they try massacre on Vespucci beach
I'm just too bad, so rude, big ass cunt
The only thing that comes between me and my girls is a blunt
Bitch, I'm bad
With my heels to the floor
But you already knew that shit before
I'm bad, and I got the stacks
With the pink stun gun to get you bitches whacked
I'm bad
Wait hold it
They let me on the beat again
If you want the meat, I swear to god that I am bringing it
Eat your favorite rappers for lunch and they won't compete again
See me on the track with the girlies, they'll never be ya friend
LOL I took some personal days
I got right into my bag, you saving personal face
And now I'm really talkin shit but not in personal ways
You not even worth my time you just a personal waste
Bitch I'm bad, yeah I got it back
You ain't never gonna win lookin like that
Dressed to impress, you should put it right back
Cause I'm hanging with the best that's why they called me on the track
Bitch, I'm bad
With my heels to the floor
But you already knew that shit before
I'm bad, and I got the stacks
With the pink stun gun to get you bitches whacked
Bitch I'm bad
With my heels to the floor
But you already knew that shit before
I'm bad, and I got the stacks
With the pink stun gun to get you bitches whacked
I'm bad
Uh, why you mad hoe?
I don't give a f*ck, I go for the low blows
Can't be me cause I got too much confidence
Bout damn time you start paying those dividends
Uh, I got it bad, see me round town, new Louis bag
See me at the stand on the brand new mag
See me in the streets and catch the mag
Uh, I got a big butt
Miss Khloe M, you bitches needa get f*cked
Clearing you bitches but I ain't no enema
You know I'm way out of your f*cking caliber
With no Paris that rent's looking really due
Yeah, I'm a mean girl, I really could bully you
Go and cry girl then maybe they'll favor you
Maybe you'll think about who you're really stepping to
Top tier face, but I carry the mace
Cross me now, I'll catch a case
And you got all that gut ripping through the lace
AMN and CHESCA winning the race, bitch
Baddest lil bitch in the game
So diabolical
I'm badder when I ride in the Range
You think you're f*cking with me?
Oh that shit sounds strange, right?
Don't gotta suck dick to get tin the stage lights
So, AMN called a bitch up like "Hello!"
Cuz they know I got that jiggle that jam
I shake it like Jell-O
And when CHESCA hop on the track its GG
I make bitches sick, make em depressed
So easy, believe me
I swear they can not compete
And if they try massacre on Vespucci beach
I'm just too bad, so rude, big ass cunt
The only thing that comes between me and my girls is a blunt
Bitch, I'm bad
With my heels to the floor
But you already knew that shit before
I'm bad, and I got the stacks
With the pink stun gun to get you bitches whacked
I'm bad
Wait hold it
They let me on the beat again
If you want the meat, I swear to god that I am bringing it
Eat your favorite rappers for lunch and they won't compete again
See me on the track with the girlies, they'll never be ya friend
LOL I took some personal days
I got right into my bag, you saving personal face
And now I'm really talkin shit but not in personal ways
You not even worth my time you just a personal waste
Bitch I'm bad, yeah I got it back
You ain't never gonna win lookin like that
Dressed to impress, you should put it right back
Cause I'm hanging with the best that's why they called me on the track
Bitch, I'm bad
With my heels to the floor
But you already knew that shit before
I'm bad, and I got the stacks
With the pink stun gun to get you bitches whacked
Bitch I'm bad
Writer: Paris Argo, Meat Rose, Chesca Raiola
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid