Myles Malice - Bad b**hes lyrics

You're something, Unique, you set the demon in me free And he must feed on bad b**h Stickin thumbs in em, wrist deep til she faints And the b**h had betta be about it, it ain't up for debate Gonna get thaty long dick, b**h ya gon learn today When I get ta poppin p**y open, you'll think your special, but hey You ain't nothing, but meat, that's something I need I fiend, I bleed for bad b**h But you gotta watch your back when you're f**in with the bad ones Stick you with a shank up in your neck you tryna to grab one But only bad b**hes got the p**y imma snack on I get her back, hit it from the back, gotta have one (hook) Them bad b**hes, I see, Them bad b**hes, I need Them bad b**hes, I keep, Them bad b**hes, I EAT I just wanna make a mess and I may come of a bit obsessed When I carve my name up in your chest, but I must confess I need ya f**in bad, I need ya f**in bad, I need ya so f**in bad And I ain't got time for empathy, but I'd drive from here to Chesapeake If it meant you'd drop down to your knees to s** me clean Goddamn your f**in bad I see you, I'm watchin, Every move you make I'm there Got my eyes on lock, got my dick in hand, walkin past you sniffin hair But in that lies the problem, I ain't seen the product yet So hike that skirt up a little bit b**h, I'm tryna get ya proper wet And I'll succeed, I'll make ya scream, s** a think dick b**h, scuffin up knees Betta pay my fee I never f** for free, I ain't talkin bout the money gotta eat that V And you look succulent I'm lost, thinkin about stuff I could stuff you with Got a hard dick I could f** ya with, gotta big blade I could gut ya with, choices The voices in my head tellin me to get up in it, fill her up with it I lick lick, spit on my dick, stick it in, split it I be keepin the rhythm but I be pushin it deeper I'll beat our box up like Tyson, and bite you ear Ooooo you like it? You bad little b**h! How enticing! Gobble up think nut from my python But if you think we're done… fu*k THAT Back it up b**h, spread em open imma take it When she with me she ain't never have ta fake it Better get the neck or I might have ta break it We can take it to the basement, “for what” IDENTITY ERASIN I've been stackin up bad b**hes 6 feet tall and I'm craving M's in em They're my b**hes imma claim it The definition of insane, I am an epitome I'm every sick thought in your bad b**h mind When it comes to rhymes I'm on vile mutha f**a Sever the head of a veteran, point him out I'll make him mine Anything for a bad b**h, tell me what I gotta do to split the getaway sticks Gone cut it up, f** it up, throw it in the ditch And if they ever find the body then I guess I'll plead the fifth then (hook) And I might just take your life today, but first gotta f** the pain away And once I carve my f**in name you know know the game is over, b**h you bad