Trina - Bad b**h Remix lyrics

[Intro] Come on... I need a bad b**h Come on... if you a bad b**h Yeah I want a bad b**h [Verse 1] The girl be, cookin and cleanin and cleanin and cookin She be, constantly douchin and cleanin her p**y And when she, step on the scene e'rybody be lookin And to, get in them jeans everybody be wishin But she, only want players who far from rookie And if you, ain't got the cake you can't play with the nookie Her titties, sittin pretty and she soft as a cushion If you, try to holla she might holla she tooken And she walk like a bad b**h, talk like a bad b**h And goin get her hair and sh** fixed is a habit And a bad b**h go and buy fits mo' than average And bad b**hes get to take trips wite "The Savage" Can never tell a bad b**h a freak, she too cla**y But sh**, I can tell from her lips that's she nasty Expensive-a** pants is, gripped to them a**es She mean as a pitbull and sweet like candy [Hook] Now that's a bad b**h (a bad b**h) {*repeat 4X*} Girl you a bad b**h (a bad b**h) {*repeat 4X*} [Trina] Uhh, you want a bad b**h? Trina's the baddest And I'm thick and fine from the cornbread and the cabbage, a savage I would give you my number so you can have this But I don't need the stalkin, prank calls or the madness My a** like WHOA, my goodies incred-ible I'm in this cheerleader skirt, and these legs flexible You flippin and pushin and pushin to flip it You can have an old lady, if I want you I ain't trippin I got, my own money own cars own house I can cook a meal same time and turn a n***a out I'm the, example of what you want up on your team But these Dior bags and my time gon' cost cream, uhh Now I ain't gotta meet your momma, gimme dollars Gimme Gucci, gimme Chanel, pearls and gimme Prada, uhh A hood chick, I got yo' man, what a tragedy He give me his paper to his plastic, I'm a bad b**h [Hook] [Webbie] Now make yourself seen, cause you a bad b**h (a bad b**h) Girl you a bad b**h (a bad b**h), yeah you a bad b**h (a bad b**h) Now show yo' a** off, cause you a bad b**h (a bad b**h) Girl you a bad b**h (a bad b**h), yeah you a bad b**h (a bad b**h) Man I love them bad b**hes with them s**y-a** tattoos Them bad b**hes with them bad b**hes attitudes She a damn fool, gotta crib she'll let me camp Make sho' her n***as stay filled with them food stamps I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D E-N-T, do you know what that mean mayne Own damn house flossed out big screen mayne I'll bring the whole hundred sh** what'chu gon' do for me mayne Look at her own income, she a beast mayne Bad b**hes handle bid'ness first, then streets mayne She ain't cryin over no n***a, she ain't weak mayne The kind of b**h that put a real n***a on his feet mayne [Hook] - repeat 2X [Outro] Come here... fo' sho' Trill Entertament n***a I'm Webbie n***a My name ain't We-Be you heard me? Get it right, Mouse on the track