Eve Feat. Pusha T & Juicy J - She Bad Bad | Текст песни

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• Eve Feat. Pusha T & Juicy J
• She Bad Bad

Bad, bad, bad, bad
She bad, bad, oh
Oh she bad, bad

{Hook}

Oh she bad bad, oh she bad bad

Oh she bad bad, oh she bad bad

Oh she bad bad, oh she bad bad

Oh she bad bad


{Pusha T}

Eve, I like that, you got 'em calling my name

Oh she bad bad, you know she that bad

Potluck Push, dip your hand in my grabbag

Matblack Benz, perfect for my black ass

Only know who's in it when I open the back halve

Hot as a backdraft, they know he on fire

Any nigga deny it, you call his mother a liar

Only hit him with spire, if she like it I buy it

Tryna take her ghetto chic and put her up on designer

She don't fuck with the buyers, all she know is suppliers

How to watch the drug money, hide it under the dryers

Oh she bad bad, so fly she jet lagged

Eve let 'em go, we both know that the best last, yeah


{Hook}

Oh she bad bad, oh she bad bad

Oh she bad bad, oh she bad bad

Oh she bad bad, oh she bad bad

Oh she bad bad


{Eve}

Yeah that’s right, I’m badder than them

E-V-E the cataclysm

Blow 'em out the fucking water

Kill ‘em dead, called a slaughter

Ain’t my fault, I had it built up

Had to get it out my system, now I’m back

Forget about them other chicks, man, you won’t miss ‘em

Yeah, E-V-E hungry like a lion

I ain’t never easy, never scared, why you trying?

Your gimmick make me sicky

What you're selling I ain't buying

Man, I live up at the top so you keep climbing

No they can never catcha

Me, I’m the chick that keep ‘em under pressure

And every nigga smell her wanna sex her

They say they won't protect her

But really they just want kiss and caress her

Now sit your ass down cause class is now in session

They like

{Hook}

Oh she bad bad, oh she bad bad

Oh she bad bad, oh she bad bad

Oh she bad bad, oh she bad bad

Oh she bad bad


{Juicy J}

Rolling papers and rolling swishers

Getting high as a light fixture

In the club with a bag of money

Getting becky from a white stripper

Watch cold as a igloo, chain cold as a icicle

You might think I'm balling out

But this how I live my life, nigga

You say that's your wife, not tonight nigga

I'll go spend a night with her, stick this pipe to her

When she leave she say my name

Juicy J he did his thing www.eliterics.com

I'm leaving with her best friend

She know what's up, we trippy mane

She want a hustler on his job, not you foo-foo niggas

She want a hustler on his job, I got ... figures

All across the nation, take your chick on vacation

I'm getting dome while I'm in a foreign racing


Bad, bad, bad, bad

She bad, bad, oh

Oh she bad, bad

{Hook}

Oh she bad bad, oh she bad bad

Oh she bad bad, oh she bad bad

Oh she bad bad, oh she bad bad

Oh she bad bad


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