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    Baddest Bitch On The Planet

    Could you be the baddest bitch up in the world?
    Money ain't a thing whip cream with a swirl
    Baby you could ball or bounce
    Lip gloss, floss up your mouth
    Can I get the keys to your house?
    Your skin color keep 'em in a daze
    It's somethin like a maze
    All bad bitches get paid
    Baby you can put me in your grand design
    By lookin in my eyes for the dollar signs
    Because your face so bright like Las Vegas nights
    Fill 'moe down rap cat in yo life
    Man other bitches hate all the time
    Bitches tell lies
    Feet hurt cause they wear the wrong shoe size
    But yours is a body like a cruise
    How could you lose?
    Go and get the money from the foo's
    Man everything back there is jelly
    Made for those five star tellys
    Cats can't wait to spend bread
    Bitch go ahead
    Do it like Simon Says
    If it don't hurt it ain't done
    Arch your back out
    I'll pull a stack out that'll blow your back out
    I like when your hair run wild in the wind
    You and your girlfriend act like twins
    But could you be the baddest bitches on the planet?
    You got it goin on to where you man can't stand it
    Well I'm not him
    Leave that cat
    Tell him you a ho and you like it like that
    You think I don't like ya
    You got it all wrong
    I get goose bumps when I see that you call
    You know that I'll ball like Barkley Charles
    People like to stare when you walk through the halls
    Put some steel in your heels
    Chase the dollar bills and give it to a playa that's real
    Because ya at least once a week she like to kiss another freak
    Fine ass bitches sometimes don't speak
    But bitch don't run from the ism
    The ism ain't a track star leanin in a fat car
    Bitches know I charge
    I'm not a matador so you know I don't bull
    Real bitches like to stay paid in full
    Man, I don't do favors
    This ain't no caper
    Get my paper
    Leather black calf high boots
    Stuffed with loot
    Attract those men in the business suits
    You know I'm gonna lace you with game
    Andre Nicky is the name
    Dope bitch

    Could you be the baddest bitch that exist?
    Always top five in every cats list
    It's never hit or miss you my bitch
    Even Santa Claus gotta spend chips
    It's a cold winter
    I'm cold when I go get her
    She wear t-shirt and panties that don't fit her
    And I'm gonna get at least a rack you best believe that
    I holla bout scratch like a real rap cat
    I get it off top man like it or not
    I let my perm blow in my homie's drop top
    She latch like a garter belt make a trick heart melt
    First rate, high rate
    And he's heart felt
    You's a bad bitch you know I gotta say this
    You'd be somethin that I wanna run away with
    But until then tell your boyfriend
    It's quick cause I'm a bitch
    I'm not your girlfriend

    2007 ©

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