Lonestar Ridaz - 304 lyrics

[Chorus:] I need a bad b**h, a bad b**h. I need a bad b**h, I need a bad b**h. Lookin' for a 304. I need a bad b**h, a bad b**h. I need a bad b**h, a bad b**h. Lookin' through your area code. [Javi Pica**o:] My genie in a bottle, don't wanna see me no jato Off some weed & solcado, I'm a mollow a** mexicano Thug soldier, need a bad b**h that'll roll my doja Got so many hoes if the po' found out, he'll make me a mormon Jahova Tell your hoe to bend over, imagine that I'm a show her where the real thug pa**ion at Give her extacy, I'll be bashin' that I wanna know where them bad a** b**hes is at Cash, money & cars, s** under the stars With a supermodel chick in my arms Marita, in a tight favita Yeah Javi wanna meet ya. [Merciless:] Merciless need a nasty hoe, a nasty b**h Type of chick that won't ask me sh** She like, aye chihuahua, ooh-la-la She ridin' her girl for ménage a trois See, they pop pills while I smoke the dub Sweet bang thug love in the middle of a club After that, I'm still lookin' for mo' I need a b**h, I need a hoe, I need a 304. [Chorus:] I need a bad b**h, a bad b**h. I need a bad b**h, I need a bad b**h. Lookin' for a 304. I need a bad b**h, a bad b**h. I need a bad b**h, a bad b**h. Lookin' through your area code. [Merciless:] Girl, squeeze your titties & scream my name What you don't know, game recognize game Rubbin' on my tattoos & free my love You f**in' with a loc'd out, crazy thug Can't fight the feelin' on extacy That's why the Mac God keep blessin' me Now I'm down south gettin' crunk at shows Might be from Cali, but she got so throwed I need a bad b**h that's down tonight No plummer, but I do lay pipe I'm No biter. But can I have a bite? sh**, in other words I'll f** you right I'll serve you long dick, big brown dick Type of dick that you could get down wit A white b**h, brown b**h, you a black b**h I don't care, long as she a bad b**h. [Chorus:] I need a bad b**h, a bad b**h. I need a bad b**h, I need a bad b**h. Lookin' for a 304. I need a bad b**h, a bad b**h. I need a bad b**h, a bad b**h. Lookin' through your area code. [Rasheed:] I'm a pull up in a all black Range Purple flame, watch the paint change Foud 2 lookin' strange & got in the Range I put a bullet in your brain, when I'm movin' the caine Man, your chick is on my nuts I don't got time but your born to cuss Put the tongue on my nuts, put the thong in her a** Bust alarm got the guts, I was gone had to raise up Break up to the make up, f** that When I wake up, got a co*k I got to bake up Raise it up, while I blaze it up The funky stuff, from the caddy pick up, yep She wanna live lavishly, thinkin' that she havin' me She can define the laws of gravity I'm gonna bust one deep in a cavity. [Low-G:] Mamacita sabes que en tringo Mo' viento, para to a quethro From tu querida, me wanna to a quera Forgive me amore, but es be my beta Mari mari sabes get the quero Forgive me amore, but es see the cero Soy tures thinkin' of the dinero Soy tures thinkin' of the dinero El mero mero p**no Cilo como en el cheddo I need a fine freak, who can roll my cigarello Yo got a mello, s**in' dick up & by the bello Blue in lorego, en camente como en prego. [Chorus:] I need a bad b**h, a bad b**h. I need a bad b**h, I need a bad b**h. Lookin' for a 304. I need a bad b**h, a bad b**h. I need a bad b**h, a bad b**h. Lookin' through your area code.