Lyrics ME AND MY GIRLS - DEELA

It's a bad bitch link everytime that we meet
I said give me your wallet, we're tryna go eat
Got Jordans them ones, it goes with my fit
We bad bitches man, you know what I mean
Posting on insta we're breaking your screen
Educated and crazy as a group we go wild
We laughed in you face
'Cause you you look like a child
Everything that you do you copy our style

It take more than a date, to get us to go strip
Some like it naughty, yeah some like the whip
I joking that's all I got tricks up my sleeve
I dance when I party, I also achieve
I said me and my girls we are far from naive
You ain't finer than us, hoe you cannot deceive
Face too pretty for your eyes to believe
Single or taken, what did you think?

Stop joking round me like I am your friend
Your jokes do not bang
I do not comprehend
I said me and my bitches
We do things together
Riding together
Flocking same feathers
Can't try that shit though
'Cause we do it better
Your nigga he thirsts, so he writes me letters
I dodge that shit though
Cause that is your beau
Cut off that nigga, he looks like a toe

Funny thing is I don't even lie
Pack up your shit, girlie kiss him goodbye
This one's for my bitches
I'll say it again
Don't talk to us if you can't make that shit rain

Nigga what was you thinking
I'm talking about money
Don't need you please
We stack up our bunnies
Man the fuck up
You cried for your mommy
Never had a chance
We don't fuck with no dummies

It's a bad bitch link every time that we meet
I said Give me your wallet we're tryna go eat
Got Jordans them ones it goes with my fit
We bad bitches mehn, you know what I mean
Posting on insta we're breaking your screen
Educated but crazy as a group we go wild
Yeah we laughed in you face cuz you you look like a child
Everything that you do you copy our style

Beat going on, yeah I'm rapping bout my bitches
You're my man no time for hickies
Now it's out there it just me and my girls
We like money big bands, we like diamond and pearls
If you going out with us
You might have to brace up
Your nigga caught a look
Now he asks to break up
Not our fault that we so fine
He's ugly though so we decline
We picky we choosy
We like niggas like Uzi
That long type money
Not you, you big dummy
You been looking from afar
I rap I'm a star
Wanna pop a Molly?
I'm down tonight
Let's do it come over
Yeah Saturday night
Got the henny out too
Just being polite
I told you to brace up
It's about to get lit
We the best bad bitches
Can do it like us