ฟังเพลงB*tch Bad

Yeah

I say b**ch bad, woman good, lady better

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Now imagine there's a shawty, maybe five maybe four

Ridin' 'round with his mama listening to the radio

And a song comes on and a not far off from being born

Doesn't know the difference between right and wrong

I Now ain't trying to make it too complex

But let's just say shawty has an undeveloped context

About the perception of women these days

His mama sings along and this what she says

"Niggas I'm a bad b**ch, and I'm bad b**ch

Far above average"

And maybe other rhyming words like cabbage and savage

And baby carriage and other things that match it

Couple of things that are happenin' here

First he's relatin' the word "b**ch" with his mama, comma

And because she's relatin' to herself,

His most important source of help, And mental health,

He may skew respect for dishonor

B**ch bad, woman good

Lady better, they misunderstood

(I'm killin' these b**ches)

Uh, tell 'em

B**ch bad, woman good

Lady better, they misunderstood

They misunderstood

(I'm killin' these b**ches)

Yeah, now imagine a group of little girls nine through twelve

On the internet watchin' videos listenin' to songs by themselves

It doesn't really matter if they have parental clearance

They understand the internet better than their parents

Now being the interent, the content's probably uncensored

They're young, so they're maleable and probably unmentored

A complicated combination, maybe with no relevance

Until that intelligence meets their favorite singer's preference

"Bad b**ches, bad b**ches, bad b**ches

That's all I want and all I like in life is bad b**ches, bad b**ches"

Now let's say that they less concerned with him

And more with the video girl acquiescent to his whims

Ah, the plot thickens

High heels, long hair, fat booty, slim

Reality check, I'm not trippin'

They don't see a paid actress, just what makes a bad b**ch

B**ch bad, woman good

Lady better, they misunderstood

I say I say I say.......

B**ch bad, woman good

Lady better, they misunderstood

(I'm killin' these b**ches)

Disclaimer: This rhymer, Lupe's not usin' b**ch as a lesson

But as a psychological weapon

To set in your mind and really mess with your conceptions

Discretions, reflections, it's clever misdirection

Cause, while I was rappin' they was growin' up fast

Nobody stepped in to ever slow 'em up, gasp

Sure enough, in this little world

The little boy meets one of those little girls

And he thinks she a bad b**ch and she thinks she a bad b**ch

He thinks disrespectfully, she thinks of that sexually

She got the wrong idea, he don't wanna f**k her

He thinks she's bad at being a b**ch like his mother

Momma never dress like that, come out the house, hot mess like that

A**, titties, dress like that

All out to impress like that

Just like that, you see the fruit of the confusion

He caught in a reality, she caught in an illusion

Bad mean good to her, she really nice and smart

But bad mean bad to him, b**ch don't play your part

But b**ch still bad to her if you say it the wrong way

But she think she a b**ch, what a double entendre

B**ch bad, woman good

Lady better, they misunderstood

I I say say I say I say I say

B**ch bad, woman good

Lady better, they misunderstood

(I'm killin' these b**ches)

B**ch bad, woman good

Lady better, they misunderstood

You're misunderstood

(I'm killin' these b**ches)

B**ch bad, woman good

Lady better, greatest motherhood

(I'm killin' these b**ches)