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saint rubio - bad bitch lyrics
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[intro]
you can’t turn a hoe into a house wife (aye)
(aye) you can’t turn a hoe into a house wife
to say you a bad b_tch is a yeah right
[chorus]
i wouldn’t hit, i wouldn’t hit
(i wouldn’t hit, i wouldn’t hit)
fools f_cking with the same
old b_tch (aye, aye)
i couldn’t quit, i couldn’t quit
(i couldn’t quit, i couldn’t quit )
running with the bag tryna
get rich (woo, woo)
i wouldn’t hit, i wouldn’t hit
(i wouldn’t hit, i wouldn’t hit)
fools f_cking with the same
old b_tch (aye, aye)
i couldn’t quit, i couldn’t quit
(i couldn’t quit, i couldn’t quit )
running with the bag tryna
get rich (woo, woo)
[verse 1]
she instagram famous but she can’t keep a job (job)
nails done, sliding in her new drop top (drop top)
either from her sugar daddy or from her pop (facts)
she got all white beam looking so clean (vroom)
she got no job, no degree, no morality (for real)
actor or model that’s her only two dreams (d_mn)
says she’s loyal but she f_cked thе whole team (whole tеam)
cause after you she’s on to the next fool (who)
who she’ll then use, end up just like you (d_mn)
she’ll even hit your homeboys up too (on low)
then she’ll be done with the whole crew (crew)
it’s the same girl that be feaning off my sh_t (for real)
b_tch partying, partying, all ready too lit (too lit)
you ain’t hitting this even if you suck this d_ck (facts)
dumb b_tch was like oh my god are you serious
and i was like that’s on period!
[bridge]
you can’t turn a hoe into a house wife (aye)
(aye) you can’t turn a hoe into a house wife
to say you a bad b_tch is a yeah right
[chorus]
i wouldn’t hit, i wouldn’t hit
(i wouldn’t hit, i wouldn’t hit)
fools f_cking with the same
old b_tch (aye, aye)
i couldn’t quit, i couldn’t quit
(i couldn’t quit, i couldn’t quit )
running with the bag tryna
get rich (woo, woo)
i wouldn’t hit, i wouldn’t hit
(i wouldn’t hit, i wouldn’t hit)
fools f_cking with the same
old b_tch (aye, aye)
i couldn’t quit, i couldn’t quit
(i couldn’t quit, i couldn’t quit )
running with the bag tryna
get rich (woo, woo)
[verse 2]
about time i go no more mister nice guy (for real)
i keep a bad b_tch on the passenger side (all day)
but out the door as soon as she passes the line (line)
i tell a b_tch to get an uber if she wanna slide (woo)
use to be a simp but that sh_t is f_cking over (facts
and your makeup can’t cover up that false persona (d_mn)
high fashion from head to toe with some fashion nova (aye)
always high as f_ck the girl was never sober (sober)
b_tch will do about anything for a gram (gram)
it’s the same reason why she made an only fans (for real)
now she made band, now she think she h_lla bad (bad)
now she getting mad, when her mans leaves her ass (luaghs)
i ain’t never met a girl that was so entitled (facts)
try to confront her, she be going in denial (denial)
starts throwing sh_t at you, she be acting wild (on god)
this little demon b_tch need a read the bible
[bridge]
you can’t turn a hoe into a house wife (aye)
(aye) you can’t turn a hoe into a house wife
to say you a bad b_tch is a yeah right
[chorus]
i wouldn’t hit, i wouldn’t hit
(i wouldn’t hit, i wouldn’t hit)
fools f_cking with the same
old b_tch (aye, aye)
i couldn’t quit, i couldn’t quit
(i couldn’t quit, i couldn’t quit )
running with the bag tryna
get rich (woo, woo)
i wouldn’t hit, i wouldn’t hit
(i wouldn’t hit, i wouldn’t hit)
fools f_cking with the same
old b_tch (aye, aye)
i couldn’t quit, i couldn’t quit
(i couldn’t quit, i couldn’t quit )
running with the bag tryna
get rich (woo, woo)
[outro]
i wouldn’t hit, i wouldn’t hit
fools f_cking with the same old b_tch
i couldn’t quit, i couldn’t quit
running with the bag tryna
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