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BADSIDE (Explicit) - Bia

Written by：Bianca Landrau/Ronald La Tour

I swear if you muthaf**kas knew better

You'd do better on god ni**a

Y'all niggas swear you fly

You a muthaf**kin' lie

Got dammit

B**ch a** niggas know it

Though ain't nobody seein' BIA

I don't give a f**k who it is

Sia Lia Ria Cria whatever ni**a

Ain't nobody seein' her

I put a bag on that sh*t

F**k ya a bag hoe

You can't even get that lil weak a**

Get back lil b**ch get back

Cardo still trappin' off a iPad

Screen dead broke we could see though

Why you still checkin' on my bag

Keep ya eyes on ya own C-Notes

Old hoes bitin' on my swag

Still nobody I'd rather be though

Say you been movin' them bricks

Still claimin' you the sh*t like yeah ni**a we know

F**k wit' me aye

F**k wit' me aye

F**k wit' me aye

F**k wit' me

Hoe I got grown women

They feelin' like mini-me's

Hoe I got my homegirls

That turned into frienemies

Don't f**k wit' my badside

Don't f**k up my energy

They can't buy no opinions

Can't cash checks with the jealousy

B**ch I feel like Brady

Been fightin' the odds 'cause they hate me

Someone tell 'em that I won

Someone tell 'em I'm the one

Someone tell 'em they should thank me

Aye

Gucci down Gucci down

Only time I'm feelin' snakey

Wipe me down wipe me down

B**ch I'm wavy like in the navy

Say she don't go both ways

But a b**ch'll go gay for Rihanna

Yellow diamonds all on my arm

Got me feelin' like Grey Poupon

In the wraith in my yard

Only place I see stars aye

On the run from the law

The only way I'm at large

Cardo still trappin' off a iPad

Screen dead broke we could see though

Why you still checkin' on my bag

Keep ya eyes on ya own C-Notes

Old hoes bitin' on my swag

Still nobody I'd rather be though

Say you been movin' them bricks

Still claimin' you the sh*t like yeah ni**a we know

F**k wit' me aye

F**k wit' me aye

F**k wit' me aye

F**k wit' me

Boy you ain't no goal for me

You not in my pedigree

So I cannot f**k wit' ya

We ain't got the chemistry

'Cause you just a broke boy

I laugh in the bank like a parody

How you look fake as yo diamonds

I can see just by the clarity

I'd rather be rich than famous

Till they knowin' what my name is

Christian Chanel is my fragrance

Blowin' money could you blame us

Still ain't never ever change up

Never ever let my reign up

6 rings on my fingers

Runnin' LA like a Laker Sheesh

Cardo still trappin' off a iPad

Screen dead broke we could see though

Why you still checkin' on my bag

Keep ya eyes on ya own C-Notes

Old hoes bitin' on my swag

Still nobody I'd rather be though

Say you been movin' them bricks

Still claimin' you the sh*t like yeah ni**a we know

F**k wit' me aye

F**k wit' me aye

F**k wit' me aye

F**k wit' me

F**k wit' me aye

F**k wit' me aye

F**k wit' me aye

F**k wit' me