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Oh, she bad, bad

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Oh, she bad, bad you know she that bad
Potluck Push, dip your hand in my grab bag
Matte black Benz perfect for my black ass
Only know who’s in it when I open the back half
Hot as a back draft, they know he on fire
Any nig*a deny it, you call his mother a liar
Only here to inspire, if she like it, I buy it
Tryna take a ghetto chic and put het up on designer
She don’t fu*k 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 jetlagged
Eve, let ‘em go, we both that the best last

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Yeah, that’s right, I’m badder than ‘em
E-V-E, the cataclysm
Blow ‘em out the fu*kin’ water
Kill ‘em dead, call the 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 tryin’?
Your gimmick make me sicky
What you selling I ain’t buying
Man, I live up at the top so you keep climbing
No they can never catch up
Me, I’m the chick that keep ‘em under pressure
And every nig*a smell her wan’ sex her
They say they wan’ protect her
But really they just wan’ kiss and caress her
Now sit your ass down
Cause class is now in session
They like

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Rolling papers and rolling Swishers
Getting high as a light fixture
In the club with a bag of money
Getting beckoned from a white stripper
Watch cold as an igloo
Chain cold as an icicle
You might think I’m balling out
But this is how I live my life, nig*a
You say that’s your wife, not tonight, nig*a
I’mma spend the night with her, stick this pipe to her
When she leave, she say my name
Juicy J, he did his thing
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 nig*as
She want a hustler on his job, I got beaucoup figures
All across the nation take your chick on vacation
I’m getting dome while I’m in a foreign racing

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Oh, she bad, bad

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