Travis Porter - My b**h Bad lyrics

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Travis Porter - My b**h Bad lyrics

(Hook) My b**h bad, fat a** got dumb swag My b**h bad, fat a** got dumb swag My b**h bad, fat a** got dumb swag My b**h bad Got 3 phones, got 2 home For red bones, dressed out for ‘em Got 3 phones, got 2 home For red bones, dressed out for ‘em My b**h bad, fat a** got dumb swag My b**h bad, fat a** got dumb swag My b**h bad, fat a** got dumb swag My b**h bad, fat a** got dumb swag (Verse 1) Ok dude I love the jeans and I love the shirt Caught 14 that’s some piece sponsored links I’m too street, I’m too G I don’t ride down I’m 20 E With a bad b**h right beside me I’m driving fast as she’s s**ing me It’s windy as hell turn your heat up Matter of fact gon’ rose the weed up My shoes tight my cup full That straight seal, that real deal That uncut , that straight raw Try to rob a kid that’s when I cross the job My hair nappy, my pockets full I’m hella rich I’m puppy love I’m from the hood, from the hood All grown up , now I’m bossed up I’m turnked up and I’m faded My b**h bad, that’s my lady I’m a 90′s baby , she’s a 80′s The bed big got in Vegas Got a business phone , got a work phone Got a main phone That 3 phone, my iphone My blackberry, my trap phone But ye you know (Hook) My b**h bad, fat a** got dumb swag My b**h bad, fat a** got dumb swag My b**h bad, fat a** got dumb swag My b**h bad, fat a** got dumb swag Got 3 phones, got 2 home For red bones, dressed out for ‘em Got 3 phones, got 2 home For red bones, dressed out for ‘em (Verse 2) Got an ounce of weed gotta roll it up Like I’m prerub before I hit the club She a freaky girl, she a pretty girl She a street girl, she hit the leaf of a month You would stick in her mouth , my b**h bad n***a She don’t walk with n***as , she walk past n***as Don’t like short n***as, don’t like fat n***as She like that n***a and I’m that n***a Fly boes to the cool got 3 phones Got 6 chains got 3 O’s If that p**y tight then that p**y right And how the f** could it be wrong That b**h so good, wish I could press rewind b**h call me blable but say that 3 times My mama bad, she bad and she know it She got a crazy body I’m afraid to let her show it And she got a girlfriend, oh ye did I mention? 2 b**hes and a bad n***a, that’s pimpin (Hook) My b**h bad, fat a** got dumb swag My b**h bad, fat a** got dumb swag My b**h bad, fat a** got dumb swag My b**h bad, fat a** got dumb swag Got 3 phones, got 2 home For red bones, dressed out for ‘em Got 3 phones, got 2 home For red bones, dressed out for ‘em (Verse) Got 3 phones, 2 yellow bones Then new Chanel caught 2 bill Fly zone, that’s my zone Y’all n***a , but my money long Condo to a trust spot Country boy caught Kesha My b**h bad, got a fat a** Got a pretty face with a stupid swag f** plaza , we poppin’ tail On molly get a coupe a bail VIP hold alot of G Promethazine, OG Y’all n***a want stupid ice f** around we’ll take your life In the hood my n***a shooting dice Trap phone ringing all night I buzz a dot , my rollie Cost a chip, genode No scripts in my gucci script Buy a hundred for these gucci spit Count 20 benz in all dough Starring phone got pink mud RIP come to see Everyday I’m pouring up