Bhad Songtext
von 2 Pistols

Ice on my arm I break ya off
I think she the one might take ya out
Now she wanna sip must be the drip
She keep it a hunnit little mama legit

Shawty bad, shawty bad, shawty bad
Shawty bad, shawty bad
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Shawty bad, shawty bad, shawty bad
Shawty bad, shawty bad
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Balmain logo all up on my jeans, yeah
Pretty bad bitches all up on the team, yeah
Ain′t no capping, bitch
I pull up in a Wraith, dawg
See my watch I swer tht


I could have her skate off
When she seen me I pulled up in a donk, yeah
I got bad bitched back it like a donkey
She did things to me, baby, that I won't say
I swear I would′ve had you
Saying you don't say

Ice on my arm I break ya off
I think she the one might take ya out
Now she wanna sip must be the drip
She keep it a hunnit little mama legit

Shawty bad, shawty bad, shawty bad
Shawty bad, shawty bad
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Shawty bad, shawty bad, shawty bad
Shawty bad, shawty bad
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Flexing on these niggas, macho man
Rollie on my wrist, hundred grand
Keep a baddie with me, running up these bands
Only whippin' foreign shit when we land
I think she the one, I think she the one
Know how to play her roll
And stay rolling one
I turn the lights low, she know what′s up
I barely touch her, she already wetter


Ice on my arm I break ya off
I think she the one might take ya out
Now she wanna sip must be the drip
She keep it a hunnit little mama legit

Shawty bad, shawty bad, shawty bad
Shawty bad, shawty bad
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Shawty bad, shawty bad, shawty bad
Shawty bad, shawty bad
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hop in the Wraith under the stars
This thing of ours no one can break
God don′t make mistakes patty the face
Add a new safe, add a new safe
Run it up, run it up, bae
Run it up, run it up, bae

She keep me focused, ayy
Shawty way, way, way, way too bad, nympho
Fuck her with the Range Rover seats way back
She know I'll eat the pussy every hour ′til she tapout
I love her style, her smile, her vibe

Ice on my arm I break ya off
I think she the one might take ya out
Now she wanna sip must be the drip
She keep it a hunnit little mama legit

Shawty bad, shawty bad, shawty bad
Shawty bad, shawty bad
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Shawty bad, shawty bad, shawty bad
Shawty bad, shawty bad
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah