She's a Bad lil Angel
Twerkin that thang well
F*ck who you came with
I'm gonna make you famous
You gotta pop that bottle like it's made to spill
You gotta rock that drip like you came to kill
You gotta bus that thang for real
You gotta have the combo just ya make you a meal
Yeah
We lit for real
We don't make nun but hits for real
Uh, yeah, I'm lit for real
Said she'll bust the splits on the Dick for real
Gotta cut some people off cuz they fake for real
Gotta keep my cup filled I ain't breakin seals
My belly gettin bigger I ain't missin meals
Gotta couple ex bitches tryna fix it still
No 6ix9ine nigga I don't kiss and tell
Got some dimes going down wishin well
I ain't mean to take his bitch they got kids as well
She was wit me at the club where I live as well
No dap cuz my fingers got the fishy smell
Just a young fly nigga Lucci Wish Me Well
Bunch of ass in the building nothin better than a skinny bitch
But I want em both cuz you know I'm on my Henny Sh!t
She's a Bad lil Angel
Twerkin that thang well
F*ck who you came with
I'm gonna make you famous
You gotta pop that bottle like it's made to spill
You gotta rock that drip like you came to kill
You gotta bus that thang for real
You gotta have the combo just ya make you a meal
Yeah
Got the old me mad at the new me
Cause the old me like big boobies
And the new me like big booty's
F*ck it girl juss as long as you a cutie
You can bus it for a nigga like me
Trust ima do the right thang Spike Lee
I know you got a man, but he not like me
And runnin outta bands yeah that not likely
Ima keep it 1 thousie from the go
My nigga uptown really got that for the low
And the way you buss it Baby yeah you a pro
Slim fine thang make a rich nigga broke
Damn
She's a Bad lil Angel
Twerkin that thang well
F*ck who you came with
I'm gonna make you famous
You gotta pop that bottle like it's made to spill
You gotta rock that drip like you came to kill
You gotta buss that thang for real
You gotta have the combo just ya make you a meal
Yeah
They ain't on a level we on
All these peons tryna hit me see what P on
Gotta bless em they the type that i would sneeze on (excuse me)
I'm a king the way i rock word to Leon
Usually- boujie ass hoes they can get the f*ck from me
Only talk to me if you want some company
Got a bad bish already she been holdin me down
Switched my number on these lames can't get ahold of me now
Already- DA poppin bottles of henny
Hendrix with the wrist got enough to go around plenty
I got many ways to get it i can still feel the envy
Fake love gas em up but they end up on empty (ooo)
She's a Bad lil Angel
Twerkin that thang well
F*ck who you came with
I'm gonna make you famous
You gotta pop that bottle like it's made to spill
You gotta rock that drip like you came to kill
You gotta buss that thang for real
You gotta have the combo just ya make you a meal
Yeah
Bjaxx & P-Holla & D.A. - Bad Lil Ting (B.L.T.) Lyrics
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She's a Bad lil Angel
Twerkin that thang well
F*ck who you came with
I'm gonna make you famous
You gotta pop that bottle like it's made to spill
You gotta rock that drip like you came to kill
You gotta bus that thang for real
You gotta have the combo just ya make you a meal
Yeah
We lit for real
We don't make nun but hits for real
Uh, yeah, I'm lit for real
Said she'll bust the splits on the Dick for real
Gotta cut some people off cuz they fake for real
Gotta keep my cup filled I ain't breakin seals
My belly gettin bigger I ain't missin meals
Gotta couple ex bitches tryna fix it still
No 6ix9ine nigga I don't kiss and tell
Got some dimes going down wishin well
I ain't mean to take his bitch they got kids as well
She was wit me at the club where I live as well
No dap cuz my fingers got the fishy smell
Just a young fly nigga Lucci Wish Me Well
Bunch of ass in the building nothin better than a skinny bitch
But I want em both cuz you know I'm on my Henny Sh!t
She's a Bad lil Angel
Twerkin that thang well
F*ck who you came with
I'm gonna make you famous
You gotta pop that bottle like it's made to spill
You gotta rock that drip like you came to kill
You gotta bus that thang for real
You gotta have the combo just ya make you a meal
Yeah
Got the old me mad at the new me
Cause the old me like big boobies
And the new me like big booty's
F*ck it girl juss as long as you a cutie
You can bus it for a nigga like me
Trust ima do the right thang Spike Lee
I know you got a man, but he not like me
And runnin outta bands yeah that not likely
Ima keep it 1 thousie from the go
My nigga uptown really got that for the low
And the way you buss it Baby yeah you a pro
Slim fine thang make a rich nigga broke
Damn
She's a Bad lil Angel
Twerkin that thang well
F*ck who you came with
I'm gonna make you famous
You gotta pop that bottle like it's made to spill
You gotta rock that drip like you came to kill
You gotta buss that thang for real
You gotta have the combo just ya make you a meal
Yeah
They ain't on a level we on
All these peons tryna hit me see what P on
Gotta bless em they the type that i would sneeze on (excuse me)
I'm a king the way i rock word to Leon
Usually- boujie ass hoes they can get the f*ck from me
Only talk to me if you want some company
Got a bad bish already she been holdin me down
Switched my number on these lames can't get ahold of me now
Already- DA poppin bottles of henny
Hendrix with the wrist got enough to go around plenty
I got many ways to get it i can still feel the envy
Fake love gas em up but they end up on empty (ooo)
She's a Bad lil Angel
Twerkin that thang well
F*ck who you came with
I'm gonna make you famous
You gotta pop that bottle like it's made to spill
You gotta rock that drip like you came to kill
You gotta buss that thang for real
You gotta have the combo just ya make you a meal
Yeah
Twerkin that thang well
F*ck who you came with
I'm gonna make you famous
You gotta pop that bottle like it's made to spill
You gotta rock that drip like you came to kill
You gotta bus that thang for real
You gotta have the combo just ya make you a meal
Yeah
We lit for real
We don't make nun but hits for real
Uh, yeah, I'm lit for real
Said she'll bust the splits on the Dick for real
Gotta cut some people off cuz they fake for real
Gotta keep my cup filled I ain't breakin seals
My belly gettin bigger I ain't missin meals
Gotta couple ex bitches tryna fix it still
No 6ix9ine nigga I don't kiss and tell
Got some dimes going down wishin well
I ain't mean to take his bitch they got kids as well
She was wit me at the club where I live as well
No dap cuz my fingers got the fishy smell
Just a young fly nigga Lucci Wish Me Well
Bunch of ass in the building nothin better than a skinny bitch
But I want em both cuz you know I'm on my Henny Sh!t
She's a Bad lil Angel
Twerkin that thang well
F*ck who you came with
I'm gonna make you famous
You gotta pop that bottle like it's made to spill
You gotta rock that drip like you came to kill
You gotta bus that thang for real
You gotta have the combo just ya make you a meal
Yeah
Got the old me mad at the new me
Cause the old me like big boobies
And the new me like big booty's
F*ck it girl juss as long as you a cutie
You can bus it for a nigga like me
Trust ima do the right thang Spike Lee
I know you got a man, but he not like me
And runnin outta bands yeah that not likely
Ima keep it 1 thousie from the go
My nigga uptown really got that for the low
And the way you buss it Baby yeah you a pro
Slim fine thang make a rich nigga broke
Damn
She's a Bad lil Angel
Twerkin that thang well
F*ck who you came with
I'm gonna make you famous
You gotta pop that bottle like it's made to spill
You gotta rock that drip like you came to kill
You gotta buss that thang for real
You gotta have the combo just ya make you a meal
Yeah
They ain't on a level we on
All these peons tryna hit me see what P on
Gotta bless em they the type that i would sneeze on (excuse me)
I'm a king the way i rock word to Leon
Usually- boujie ass hoes they can get the f*ck from me
Only talk to me if you want some company
Got a bad bish already she been holdin me down
Switched my number on these lames can't get ahold of me now
Already- DA poppin bottles of henny
Hendrix with the wrist got enough to go around plenty
I got many ways to get it i can still feel the envy
Fake love gas em up but they end up on empty (ooo)
She's a Bad lil Angel
Twerkin that thang well
F*ck who you came with
I'm gonna make you famous
You gotta pop that bottle like it's made to spill
You gotta rock that drip like you came to kill
You gotta buss that thang for real
You gotta have the combo just ya make you a meal
Yeah
Writer: Brandon Jackson, David Arnold, Patrick Gibson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Bjaxx & P-Holla & D.A.
Language: English
Length: 3:45
Written by: Brandon Jackson, David Arnold, Patrick Gibson