Keith Dixon - Bad Girl lyrics

[Verse 1: Keith Dixon] Tell me this How long you been celibate And would you give it up For the hell of it Got damn Ass like that round Hands up tops down How's that sound? Your boys a fool All white black shades Like he's too cool Laid back Something like a Maybach Pulling up like n***a where they make that I shine Hotter than the summertime Nailing these hoes in the back Like a hammer time [gone] And this that money flow Everybody pointing at your boy Like there he goes Damn times is hard How I get by with a roof so soft [clean] Full price I tell her take half off I got my pants off [Chorus] Is she with it? Really really with it I ain't spending money if she ain't f**ing with it Bad girl real bad girl Breaking n***as pockets like it's her world She's a bad girl real bad girl Bad girl real bad girl She's a Bad girl real bad girl Breaking n***as pockets like it's her world [Verse 2: Clyde Carson] B.A.D. B.A.D I filler up with some Hennessy and THC Money on my mind ain't got my fee Call my phone all she's hear is at&t I go bad go mainey but I stay on fresh Loud in the air we won't we won't stress Dawg a** hoes go stay on fresh I'm the east coast cross country lax I took a trip to England To visit the queen She brought presents I brought me I told her stories of loyalty I'm knocking b**hes Even old ones in royalty Ride around town In my clean a** cars My n***a got the Bentley And the SLR All got stables on big a** farms Our very own lil bad girls Club At home now [Chorus] [Verse 3] It's obvious More money acknowledgement I'm the next to blow I'm in her head like a neurologist She's acting like she want me She just wants to f** with all of us And Drew da Beast has helped To get these weak b**hes up off of us Wait a second I don't f** with gimmicks If she's on the team Then I push her to the limits [push] Heels on Throw that a** back Make that a** clap She want it acting like she got it Knowing them shoes she got on That n***a bought it Paparazzi girl hot as wasabi Found out who I was Then s**ed me up In the lobby Double dose of her medicine She's the kind of girl Who knows the shooter And she'll let 'em in I know she feeling it And I ain't worried Bout my next Check Cuz I'm k**ing sh** [Chorus] x2