bad bitch lyrics – obie trice

(feat. timbaland)

[intro]
[strached “obie”]

[chorus – timbaland]
he got a bad b*tch, 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 b*tch, 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 n*gg*z, this is tight
this is more dividends n*gg*z, get it right
stomping like timberlands n*gg*z, a pair of nikes
but this is more timbaland n*gg* 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 *ss 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 *ss hanging out, and pinch her on that pimple
on her *ss hanging out, n*gg* advance
this a world of a night, better start with the pants

[chorus]

[verse 2 – obie trice]
yeah, let’s keep this sh*t in motion (motion)
cause we gon hang out ’til we hung over then iv profin
adios when (os when)
i f*cked 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 sh*t 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 c*m, insistently all morn’
and she needed cause funs up in the purse not growin
b*tch 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 b*tch your playboy is on the run
deleted the b*tch, 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 b*tch
oh no hoes up, hoes i spit it b*tch (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 (b*tch!)
i don’t a f*ck 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 b*tch 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]

/ obie trice lyrics