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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ms Banks
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Thyra Oji
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Splurgeboys
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Baddest bitch you ever seen thus far when we pull up in the car
Every time your **** see us out he be like 'Whoa!"
Uh, you ain't seen nothin' like this before
In the Merc three-door, boss bitch galore
[Verse 2]
Sauce drippin' on the floor and I keep it war
Talkin' like they want more, but they keepin' scores
Still I'm winnin', tight pussy, I'm drippin'
Baby, I'm never trippin'
Rollin' in Gucci linen
I get the bag, I get the bag, I get it done
Steady talkin' shit, fam, I'll get you gone
Comin' from the south-side of the slum
Ay, body-bag, body-bag
Yeah, I'm killin' shit
Baddest in the biz with the clip
Make a **** sick
Why you on my dick?
I mean, you on my clit like you wanna hit
Why you talkin' slick?
You ain't with the shits
He so obsessed, man, I got him in his feelings for real
He said I'm a snack but he tryna eat the cake like a meal
Labels on me like designer tryna sign me a deal
How you want a housewife if you ain't payin' the bills?
[Verse 3]
Just a hood bitch comin' from the hood, bitch
Just a hood bitch comin' from the, ay
And you know I'm ratchet
I don't never have it
[Verse 4]
I be there any time it starts tough
Why you movin' like you're 'bout it, lil bitch, park off
Now I'm on a grown ting, but you know what it is
Have your jaw rockinn' like you want this
I'm a six-foot bitch, I do it big
I don't ever bring no **** to the crib
Don't holler at the kid
When you ain't doin' nothin' for your kid, you a pussy
And you movin' mushy
Actin' like shit's cushty, little ****, don't push me
You a fraud and a crook
Don't try take me for no mook, bwoy
Yeah, I'm really with the shits, bwoy
And you know I'm doin' this, bwoy?
Playin' with me, I ain't no toy
I don't need dick, I got my own toy
[Verse 5]
Just a hood bitch comin' from the hood, bitch
Just a hood bitch comin' from the, ay
And you know I'm ratchet
I don't never have it
[Verse 6]
Every day I'm makin' profit
Never takin' losses
Bitch, who you think you, think you crossin'?
I'm a problem
We can get the block rockin', block poppin'
But I'm busy gettin' money
Who the fuck you callin' 'honey' when you're bummy?
Did you pay for the honey?
I don't know, man
Fuck these ****, that's the programme
He tryna fuck me to some slow jams
I just need a hundred more grams
[Verse 7]
Baddest bitch you ever seen thus far when we pull up in the car
Every time your **** see us out he be like 'Whoa!"
Uh, you ain't seen nothin' like this before
In the Merc three-door
Baddest bitch you ever seen thus far when we pull up in the car
Every time your **** see us out he be like 'Whoa!"
Uh, you ain't seen nothin' like this before
In the Merc three-door, boss bitch galore
[Verse 8]
(Just a hood bitch comin' from the hood), bitch
Just a hood bitch comin' from the hood, bitch
Just a hood bitch comin' from the hood, bitch
Just a hood bitch comin' from the hood, bitch
Just a hood bitch comin' from the hood, bitch
Just a hood bitch comin' from the
And you know I'm ratchet
I don't never have it
Written by: Fagan Tyrone, Thyra Oji