BAD – Backseat Freestyle Lyrics

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[Verse 1: Mary & Molly]
Walked up in this bitch, betta believe we taking over
Been faded all night, bitch, fuck being sober
All this money got me rolling in a brand new rover
Nationally wanted, but locally undercover
Benji in my duffel, I pray that he doesn't smother
Keisha rollin' with us, she posted up in the cubbard
Pistol in your mouth, you won't even need a rubber
Been bangin' all night, have ya screamin' for ya mother

Don't mock the Glock, or we'll knock ya my brotha'
We won't back down from you, or any other
We start all the wars, fuck being a lover
Buck up to a pusha, then we gon' shove her

All these drugs in my system, when I shoot I don't miss him
Now hold up and listen, we shoot while you dissin'
It's my gun that I'm kissin', for your life you'll be wishin'
It's my fingers they itchin' that's why I'm in this position

[Hook]
All my life I want money and power
Fuck with BAD bitches, it'll be ya last hour
Pucker up for the gun, when it busts it's sour
Boss ass bitch snorting lines of gun powder

Damn me and my bitches
Damn me and my bitches
Damn me and my bitches
Shootin' for the riches
All my life I want money and power
Fuck with BAD bitches, it'll be ya last hour

[Verse 2: Molly]
Bankroll is the goal
Bust you in the hole

Get dough and we roll
Down on that poll
Fuck with your soul
Heart black as coal
Mary in my bowl
Count the death toll
We're taking all your cash
Puttin' niggas on blast
Gettin' racks fast
Your money won't fuckin last
Green, yellow, red, that rast-a
You don't wanna fuck with my cast-cause
This life is a movie
And we're burning bitches like UV
You're just a basic groupie
These dogs mean nothing to me
Don't nail ya girl, just screw me
Do it to me, do it to me
Pass it to a fake bitch, only if it beat doe
Killin' this shit, and we got this beat dope
You're different? Well I'm fucking rippin' it
We whippin' it, then trippin' it, then tippin' it, and sippin' it

[Verse 3: Mary]
Make it rain, don't make it hail
Run from a bitch? Better tuck your tail
Talk like you bad, but your shits resale
Thirsty bitch, sip on some ale
She dancin like she full of it
We fucking till he celibate
My money is ellaborate
Your nasty ass is irrelevant
My body is exquisite, we ridin' around, gettin' it
Cappin' bitches that talk shit, all while we gettin' lit
Your man lookin' over here, try to fight the fucking tears
If you need a baby sitter, @ ya bitch on twitter
He hopin' he might hit her, that nigga couldn't get her
You wishing you could fuck with a princess like me
Classy like high school, but I'll sting you like a bee
Got a nigga feenin' like he think I want the D
Boss ass bitch, you know that's me
This ain't shit, just wait and see

[Hook: Mary & Molly]
Martin had a dream
Kendrick had a dream
BAD bitches have a dream

[Hook]
All my life I want money and power
Fuck with BAD bitches, it'll be ya last hour
Pucker up for the gun, when it busts it's sour
Boss ass bitch snorting lines of gun powder

Damn me and my bitches
Damn me and my bitches
Damn me and my bitches
Shootin' for the riches
All my life I want money and power
Fuck with BAD bitches, it'll be ya last hour

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