All my b**hes bad, Cruella de Vil
Cruella de Vil, Cruella de Vil
All my b**hes bad, Cruella de Vil
Cruella de Vil, Cruella de Vil
All my, all my b**hes bad
And they love to ride like I'm six flags
I hit it so hard she get whiplash
Put that a** in a motherf**ing body bag
She stroking on my joystick
Call my dick her PlayStation
She love it when I hit it doggy-style
Just like a Dalmatian
Girl, shake that a** a little
Show me what you got, hoe
Homie you just make her drizzle
I make that p**y downpour
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Oooops, she wouldn't let you hit?
I hit the second I met
She already gave me that
So she'll never get my respect
I said oh, that's your girl?
Ask her how my dick tastes
I f** her once and I'm outie
She text me say I got sick ways
She say you're just a pig
I guess that's why I porked you girl
I'm not really an a**hole
If you heard my songs then I warned you
All my b**hes bad, Cruella de Vil
Cruella de Vil, Cruella de Vil
All my b**hes bad, Cruella de Vil
Cruella de Vil, Cruella de Vil
All my, all my b**hes bad
But if you seen a show then you knew that
In the club like b**hes Hue Mack
Throw racks on racks on your racks
Like damn, that's your girl?
You must not make her happy
I got your lady tweeting her b**bies at me
Sorry, I'm a raunchy dude
You can't really blame me though
Hit it then pa** it like Rondo do
Then sorry boo, I gots to go
Got another city to be in
b**h I'm on a roll
And I don't pay for sh**
This route I'm on don't have no tolls
A little bit out of control
I don't care, not even a little
Got your b**hes sandwiching me
And they trying to get the pickles
Screaming f** love, that's overrated
Rather have your b**h naked
Don't give two f**s about who hates it
With 101 b**hes and they all wasted
All my b**hes bad, Cruella de Vil
Cruella de Vil, Cruella de Vil
All my b**hes bad, Cruella de Vil
Cruella de Vil, Cruella de Vil