Red Cafe - She Got The Title lyrics

That Girl bad, That Girl bad, That Girl bad She bad That Girl bad, That Girl bad, That Girl bad She got the title, she got the title, she got the title She bad, she got the title It is she go that girl bad That girl bad, that girl bad, that girl bad She bad That girl bad, that girl bad, that girl bad She got the title, she got the title, she got the title She bad, she got the title It is she go that girl bad Go, go, go, let me take a picture You's a centerfold I wanna cut ya no scissor In your Gucci, Louie, Fendi, Prada Stylin on them silly All these b**hes mad You the baddest in the city Baby you deserve, Everything that you want Even on your day off, I'm a still turn you on I sick her, I tip her, Off liquor, I might lick her, She bust it, I bang it Til it's broke then I fix her Grab yo bag, you invited To the chocolate factory I'm a make you come fast Like you ordered Japanese They should pay per view For your bada** You belong on T.V. With that fat a** [x2:] That girl bad, that girl bad, That girl bad She bad, that girl bad, That girl bad She got the title, She got the title, She got the title She bad, she got the title Ay there she go First things first you the baddest, Before I start this verse I'm savage Lovin' if it's real, if it's plastic Tell me watcha want You can have it Stacks of paper plus plastic You badder than these other ones (Whoo) Hundred after hundred Yeah I'm done with ones Oh yes she's super hot I call her summer fun That's my b**h dawg all I do is, Make her cum I pop that a** hard Yeah like her daddy used to She don't ever stall Like my caddy used to She do whatever I say So it's never "why Trey? " And forever all day, ay [x2:] That girl bad, that girl bad, That girl bad She bad, that girl bad, That girl bad She got the title, She got the title, She got the title She bad, she got the title Ay there she go Girl you independent You got your own sh** Got your vibrator in your Purse you on that grown sh** Heard you get wet enough, You could Sill a pool Damn your dangerous Put that on your n***a boo Leave these hos critical You don't need no stylist But when you want that hardcore You know your bov bout it I ain't no romantic baby You don't gotta pet it But I could take you down Like the (like the) Titanic Yeah [x2:] That girl bad, that girl bad, That girl bad She bad, that girl bad, That girl bad She got the title, She got the title, She got the title She bad, she got the title Ay there she go