Bad Bitch Lyrics by Obie Trice

Bad Bitch Lyrics

    [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]

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