Ooh
She bad
Damn look at her ass
You
Bad Bad Bad Bad
World look at all of that ass
All I can say is got damn
Have the fans going in a trance
Thinking how to get in them pants
Will make a nigga wan pop bands
Hating ass bitches talk trash
You make em' look sad
And that's why their mad
Cause baby you Bad
She got a body like a goddess
The way she move's hypnotic
Scent of her so exotic
I Swear this girl from the islands
Brazilian hair
Eyes looking China
She high off something
That powder, loud, or them mollies
Unless her mama from Thailand
She grinding all that pole
Whoa
Let me know that she a pro at something
Man all that sensual seduction
Got a nigga wonder
Could that be f*cking
Got damn I just wanna crush her
Make love in the club like Usher
No question
Shit I'm bout to slip up in VIP for a session
Arousing as she bouncing
No doubt she got my attention
She makes it look so appealing
Bet dat pussy addictive
That butterfly on her ass
Just flap wit the musics rhythm
So phat
I can't help but picture me in her
Bitch you a winner
Bad Bad Bad Bad
World look at all of that ass
All I can say is got damn
Have the fans going in a trance
Thinking how to get in them pants
Will make a nigga wan pop bands
Hating ass bitches talk trash
You make em' look sad
And that's why their mad
Cause baby you Bad
Bad Bad Bad Bad
World look at all of that ass
All I can say is got damn
Have the fans going in a trance
Thinking how to get in them pants
Will make a nigga wan pop bands
Hating ass bitches talk trash
You make em' look sad
And that's why their mad
Cause baby you Bad
All I can say is "Got damn"
The way she bust it open no hands
She make a nigga want her want a man
But shawty bout money
Get bands
Fav song's no new friends
Main goal's tying loose ends
Found blood ain't so thick
She curving all vibe
That don't promote win
The glow in her skin
Tone is so fresh
It come from low stress
Ma you're so blessed
Other hoes sick
Mad cause you tha shit
And they wan pop slick
But won't cause you'll click
So wit tha shits
Hands or the fifth
Tight pants or tha sweats
She a classy lil bitch
Man's best friend
Hearts been ripped
So she keeping up her guard and thank God for the strength
Y'all got it bent
Nigga like me for friend
She ain't thinking bout no muhf*cking man
Shawty got bag
Cars and career
Lil mama on fire
Cause she hotter than a heater
Errybody want her
I see why they geeking
Man this chick is such a diva
Bet somebody wan be her
She a star not a feature
Thank God for this creature
Hold it down for her crown
And curve clowns
That's Queenin
Bad Bad Bad Bad
World look at all of that ass
All I can say is got damn
Have the fans going in a trance
Thinking how to get in them pants
Will make a nigga wan pop bands
Hating ass bitches talk trash
You make em' look sad
And that's why their mad
Cause baby you Bad
Bad Bad Bad Bad
World look at all of that ass
All I can say is got damn
Have the fans going in a trance
Thinking how to get in them pants
Will make a nigga wan pop bands
Hating ass bitches talk trash
You make em' look sad
And that's why their mad
Cause baby you Bad
Y'man Dog - #Bad Lyrics
Y'man Dog - #Bad Lyrics
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Ooh
She bad
Damn look at her ass
You
Bad Bad Bad Bad
World look at all of that ass
All I can say is got damn
Have the fans going in a trance
Thinking how to get in them pants
Will make a nigga wan pop bands
Hating ass bitches talk trash
You make em' look sad
And that's why their mad
Cause baby you Bad
She got a body like a goddess
The way she move's hypnotic
Scent of her so exotic
I Swear this girl from the islands
Brazilian hair
Eyes looking China
She high off something
That powder, loud, or them mollies
Unless her mama from Thailand
She grinding all that pole
Whoa
Let me know that she a pro at something
Man all that sensual seduction
Got a nigga wonder
Could that be f*cking
Got damn I just wanna crush her
Make love in the club like Usher
No question
Shit I'm bout to slip up in VIP for a session
Arousing as she bouncing
No doubt she got my attention
She makes it look so appealing
Bet dat pussy addictive
That butterfly on her ass
Just flap wit the musics rhythm
So phat
I can't help but picture me in her
Bitch you a winner
Bad Bad Bad Bad
World look at all of that ass
All I can say is got damn
Have the fans going in a trance
Thinking how to get in them pants
Will make a nigga wan pop bands
Hating ass bitches talk trash
You make em' look sad
And that's why their mad
Cause baby you Bad
Bad Bad Bad Bad
World look at all of that ass
All I can say is got damn
Have the fans going in a trance
Thinking how to get in them pants
Will make a nigga wan pop bands
Hating ass bitches talk trash
You make em' look sad
And that's why their mad
Cause baby you Bad
All I can say is "Got damn"
The way she bust it open no hands
She make a nigga want her want a man
But shawty bout money
Get bands
Fav song's no new friends
Main goal's tying loose ends
Found blood ain't so thick
She curving all vibe
That don't promote win
The glow in her skin
Tone is so fresh
It come from low stress
Ma you're so blessed
Other hoes sick
Mad cause you tha shit
And they wan pop slick
But won't cause you'll click
So wit tha shits
Hands or the fifth
Tight pants or tha sweats
She a classy lil bitch
Man's best friend
Hearts been ripped
So she keeping up her guard and thank God for the strength
Y'all got it bent
Nigga like me for friend
She ain't thinking bout no muhf*cking man
Shawty got bag
Cars and career
Lil mama on fire
Cause she hotter than a heater
Errybody want her
I see why they geeking
Man this chick is such a diva
Bet somebody wan be her
She a star not a feature
Thank God for this creature
Hold it down for her crown
And curve clowns
That's Queenin
Bad Bad Bad Bad
World look at all of that ass
All I can say is got damn
Have the fans going in a trance
Thinking how to get in them pants
Will make a nigga wan pop bands
Hating ass bitches talk trash
You make em' look sad
And that's why their mad
Cause baby you Bad
Bad Bad Bad Bad
World look at all of that ass
All I can say is got damn
Have the fans going in a trance
Thinking how to get in them pants
Will make a nigga wan pop bands
Hating ass bitches talk trash
You make em' look sad
And that's why their mad
Cause baby you Bad
She bad
Damn look at her ass
You
Bad Bad Bad Bad
World look at all of that ass
All I can say is got damn
Have the fans going in a trance
Thinking how to get in them pants
Will make a nigga wan pop bands
Hating ass bitches talk trash
You make em' look sad
And that's why their mad
Cause baby you Bad
She got a body like a goddess
The way she move's hypnotic
Scent of her so exotic
I Swear this girl from the islands
Brazilian hair
Eyes looking China
She high off something
That powder, loud, or them mollies
Unless her mama from Thailand
She grinding all that pole
Whoa
Let me know that she a pro at something
Man all that sensual seduction
Got a nigga wonder
Could that be f*cking
Got damn I just wanna crush her
Make love in the club like Usher
No question
Shit I'm bout to slip up in VIP for a session
Arousing as she bouncing
No doubt she got my attention
She makes it look so appealing
Bet dat pussy addictive
That butterfly on her ass
Just flap wit the musics rhythm
So phat
I can't help but picture me in her
Bitch you a winner
Bad Bad Bad Bad
World look at all of that ass
All I can say is got damn
Have the fans going in a trance
Thinking how to get in them pants
Will make a nigga wan pop bands
Hating ass bitches talk trash
You make em' look sad
And that's why their mad
Cause baby you Bad
Bad Bad Bad Bad
World look at all of that ass
All I can say is got damn
Have the fans going in a trance
Thinking how to get in them pants
Will make a nigga wan pop bands
Hating ass bitches talk trash
You make em' look sad
And that's why their mad
Cause baby you Bad
All I can say is "Got damn"
The way she bust it open no hands
She make a nigga want her want a man
But shawty bout money
Get bands
Fav song's no new friends
Main goal's tying loose ends
Found blood ain't so thick
She curving all vibe
That don't promote win
The glow in her skin
Tone is so fresh
It come from low stress
Ma you're so blessed
Other hoes sick
Mad cause you tha shit
And they wan pop slick
But won't cause you'll click
So wit tha shits
Hands or the fifth
Tight pants or tha sweats
She a classy lil bitch
Man's best friend
Hearts been ripped
So she keeping up her guard and thank God for the strength
Y'all got it bent
Nigga like me for friend
She ain't thinking bout no muhf*cking man
Shawty got bag
Cars and career
Lil mama on fire
Cause she hotter than a heater
Errybody want her
I see why they geeking
Man this chick is such a diva
Bet somebody wan be her
She a star not a feature
Thank God for this creature
Hold it down for her crown
And curve clowns
That's Queenin
Bad Bad Bad Bad
World look at all of that ass
All I can say is got damn
Have the fans going in a trance
Thinking how to get in them pants
Will make a nigga wan pop bands
Hating ass bitches talk trash
You make em' look sad
And that's why their mad
Cause baby you Bad
Bad Bad Bad Bad
World look at all of that ass
All I can say is got damn
Have the fans going in a trance
Thinking how to get in them pants
Will make a nigga wan pop bands
Hating ass bitches talk trash
You make em' look sad
And that's why their mad
Cause baby you Bad
Writer: Baran Bevans
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid