Bad Bitch Lyrics

Bad Bitch

[Intro]
[strached "Obie"]

[Chorus - Timbaland]
He got a bad bitch,
said she recognize a "G"
Said she want to roll and get to know
Obie
Claming that she love everything that he do, heeeey
He got a bad
bitch, said she recognize a "G"
Said she want to roll, and get to know
Obie
Claming that she love, everything that he do, hey, hey

[Verse 1
- Obie Trice]
Yes it's O. Trice, I done jumped outta heights
Writing to
the microphone life, yeah this is right
This is less stringuest niggaz, this
is tight
This is more dividends niggaz, get it right
Stomping like
Timberlands niggaz, a pair of Nikes
But this is more Timbaland nigga and
Obie Trice
The combination is invading stations, air waves
And rest haven
on your listeners membranes (woo!)
I done payed some change, I got
Timbo
This is not a brainy thang, yo this is simple
Get your ass up and
dance, to the tempo
Exchange your stiff frame, with that of a more
limbo
Grab shorty sippin' on that Shirley Temple
With that ass hanging
out, and pinch her on that pimple
On her ass hanging out, nigga
advance
This a world of a night, better start with the
pants

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Obie Trice]
Yeah, let's keep this
shit in motion (motion)
Cause we gon hang out 'til we hung over then I.V.
Profin
Adios when (os when)
I fucked them thighs, who influenced with the
game that was spoken
I'ma make sure she open (open)
Ménage-a-trois
in these's days and times got my shit growing
And she's hoein'
(hoein')
And I'm ignoring' the lies she throwing', how she won't
perform?
I feed her a blunt throw on the "Quiet Storm"
She repeatedly
cum, insistently all morn'
And she needed cause funs up in the purse not
growin
Bitch beat it my one's you gets none (nada)
To feel she's treated
as if a Playboy or lpay her dumb
I skeeted so bitch your Playboy is on the
run
Deleted the bitch, outta direct connection
Thanks for calming' down,
my erection, hun

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Obie Trice]
Yeah, I speak
the words of experience (oh) lady I'm serious
Lyrics on my deliverance, is oh
so vivid bitch
Oh no hoes up, hoes I spit it bitch (spit it)
Roll up,
smoke up dro, and spit on this (spit it)
I'ma outta order cause I break the
ice
And squirt liquid in your eyes, all you see is little guys
Swimming
in women they claming they like my style
Treat 'em like Ike and ride
(bitch!)
I don't a fuck I got the height, sure your right
I'm Barry White
tonight (hey) you feeling' alright
Got a buzz and this huzzie saying O's her
type
I take her to the high-end and strike (ahh)
Trick for hire, I'll
never buy her to bite
Despite she tight, I'll tell the bitch you can have a
nice life
See I'm working with these I's in this rhymes
It's I's, all's
that not a aus-tin time

[Chorus]