Few Bad Bitches

[Hook] Man, I got a few bad bitches Who would rock for me Who would die for me Man, I got a few bad bitches Who would rock for me (Who say they down for me) Who would die for me (Who would do me) Who got me Man, I got a few bad bitches [Verse 1] That fruit real That good real That crew bad But the young thang She too cute She protection Big girls need love too ABS bad My phone lance He off the chain I fought bad Baby girl, when a black nigga Went outta town Lot of money With a big dick This where it's at Strawberry critique But not ass fat So them looters bad And them burgers bad I drop racks [?] can't do Nigga, I ain't switchin' Too bad bitches say they gon' Ride with me See how bitch lie She got a lot of bread on thanksgivin' Cut yo' roof, listen I got your thang with me [Hook] [Verse 2] Play me, boy, take lil' back Too much kush, this shit stank I'm laughing all the way to the bank My bitch foreign like a bitch tank Big money, they can't stand me It's a hundred band Blew it all, just me and Dandy We throw them racks And them foreign hoes, they going frantic See, the pipes's tight, them bolt niggas They start paddling Got big fine, got light skin Got red balls From the tight body to the red tanga She got on It's the real eight, it's the real mob It's my city I see too many bitches Can't do nothin' with it [Hook]