Andre Nickatina

Andre Nickatina - The Baddest Bitch On The Planet songtekst

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Could you be the baddest bitch up in the world?

Money aint a thing whip cream with a swirl

Baby you could ball or bounce

Lip gloss, floss up your mouth

Can I get the keys to your house?

Your skin color keep 'em in a daze

Its somethin like a maze

All bad bitches get paid

Baby you can put me in your grand design 

by lookin in my eyes for the dollar signs

Because your face so bright like Las Vegas nights

Fill ‘moe down rap cat in yo life

Man other bitches hate all the time

Bitches tell lies

Feet hurt cuz they wear the wrong shoe size

But yours is a body like a cruise

How could you lose?

Go and get the money from the foo's

Man everything back there is jelly

made for those five star tellys

Cats cant wait to spend bread

Bitch go ahead

Do it like Simon Says

If it don’t hurt it aint done

Arch your back out

I’ll pull a stack out that'll blow your back out

I like when your hair run wild in the wind

You and your girlfriend act like twins

But could you be the baddest bitches on the planet?

You got it goin on to where you man can’t stand it

Well I’m not him

Leave that cat

Tell him you a ho and you like it like that

You think I don’t like ya

You got it all wrong

I get goose bumps when I see that you call

You know that I’ll ball like Barkley Charles

People like to stare when you walk through the halls

Put some steel in your heels

Chase the dollar bills and give it to a playa that’s real

because ya at least once a week she like to kiss another freak

Fine ass bitches sometimes don’t speak

But bitch don’t run from the ism

The ism aint a track star leanin in a fat car

Bitches know I charge

I’m not a matador so you know I don’t bull

Real bitches like to stay paid in full

Man, I don’t do favors

This aint no caper

Get my paper

Leather black calf high boots

stuffed with loot

Attract those men in the business suits

You know I’m gonna lace you with game

Andre Nicky is the name

dope bitch



Could you be the baddest bitch that exist?

Always top five in every cats list

Its never hit or miss you my bitch

Even Santa Claus gotta spend chips

Its a cold winter

I’m cold when I go get her

She wear t-shirt and panties that don’t fit her

and I’m gonna get at least a rack you best believe that 

I holla bout scratch like a real rap cat

I get it off top man like it or not

I let my perm blow in my homie’s drop top

She latch like a garter belt make a trick heart melt

First rate, high rate

and he’s heart felt

You’s a bad bitch you know I gotta say this

You’d be somethin that I wanna run away with

But until then tell your boyfriend

Its quick cuz I’m a bitch

I’m not your girlfriend
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