Текст песни Baddest - Remix - Rouge , AKA , Fifi Cooper

She got me feeling like the baddest
Motherfucker on the planet (Ooh yeah!)
Strike a pose for the cameras, Aah!
'Cause we stadium status
And we the baddest team (Oh! Oh!)
We the baddest team (Ah yeah)
And we the baddest team (Oh! Oh!)
We the baddest team oh!
Tell me will you be there? Tell me will you be
there?
Club going up queens of the weekend
Put my shades on haters cant see me
Niggas callup on me and I take a deep breath
I be with the All stars living easy
That's who put the boy on, that's my
teammate
Pull up with the whole squad now we
Now I got your boyfriend and my teamate
Ah, shapa twalatsa my baby
As'khathal' si'cover ama' K
As'xaban' sibamba ma bae
Ya'll still can't keep up with my pace
Au'simthebel' can't keep us down
And I wish you were there mas'khipakala
My clique getting head, mas'fika akulalw'
One chick in the bed, 5 skipas' love
I got more, but you wouldn't want the truth
You headed to the top floor, I'm chilling on
the roof
Henny to the Goose from the kitchen to the
booth
Heavy with the youth, war ready with the proof
I don't want them all, I just want a bad billa
You never take calls nou di laas bang'bella
Took her to the mall kanti uzand'phaphela
Bang'hleba mang'ngena, I reply with
Mandelas, mamela
My outfit on some "This ain't out yet"
Money talks, it's a public service
announcement
Everyone know who the baddest in the south
is
So I put my gold status where my mouth is
Do you what it feel like, to get to the pinnacle
Beverly Hills life, let's dip in the swimming
pool
We getting physical, let's fuck in the living
room
I'm in my element and you got the minerals,
it's critical
Every rap king need a theme song
Every trap queen need a king kong
Put you on the team, put the ring on
Long live Supa Mega, live long
Mabebeza you the missing piece of my jigsaw
Champagne bottle stained with your lip gloss
Weekend get-away to the vic-falls
I'm a big star, run the game, Chris Paul
And we are better than, tougher than ever
before
So easy to love, it's so harder to let go
Bare "Why o sa mo nyale?" man I gotta stay
on the road
Gotta get this money tree in the backyard for
us to grow
Big picture thinker, ducking paparazzi
Staying out of Shwashwi scriptures
She's a praying mosadi ga satane a nteka
Momma told me it'll be cheaper to keep her
I made her mama Lefika
That's my bundle of boitumelo
Walking taller than super model, stiletto
My heart singing in that Dana's falsetto
High as the polo lights in the ghetto
How she get when I'm in the middle
How she swallow what's on the menu?
Ncwanya ngwanyana eno
Stocking, stocking, stalking an instrumental
Bumping, tswakin', fucking it up a little