ฟังเพลงDa Baddest B**ch on da Planet

Da Baddest ***** On Da Planet - Andre Nickatina

Could you be the baddest b*tch up in the world

Money ain't 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

It's somethin like a maze

All bad b*tches 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 b*tches hate all the time

B*tches tell lies

Feet hurt 'cause 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 can't wait to spend bread

B*tch go ahead

Do it like simon says

If it don't hurt it ain't 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 b*tches 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 a** b*tches sometimes don't speak

But b*tch don't run from the ism

The ism ain't a track star leanin in a fat car

B*tches know I charge

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

Real b*tches like to stay paid in full

Man I don't do favors

This ain't 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

D**e b*tch

Could you be the baddest b*tch that exist

Always top five in every cats list

It's never hit or miss you my b*tch

Even santa claus gotta spend chips

It's a cold winter

I'm cold when I go get her

She wear tshirt 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 b*tch you know I gotta say this

You'd be somethin that I wanna run away with

But until then tell your boyfriend

It's quick 'cause I'm a b*tch

I'm not your girlfriend