Текст песни BAD BITCH FROM BRAZIL - QueTee

Yeah, nigga and what
Yeah, I took your bitch, nigga, and what
Do these bitches foul, tryna get my And-1
Been ballin' since a child, but I had to man up
Today's price ain't the same to demand up
I'm the boss, she gon' do what I demand her
Don't care about your Zodiac, girl, you don't got no cancer
I say what I want, I don't care about being canceled

Hold on, let me chill, let me chill, uh
You know don't nobody like it when you real, uh
Bad bitch told me she was from Brazil
Stop entertaining niggas, you gon' get somebody killed

For real, yeah, I ain't playin' about you
I know you a angel tryna bring the Satan out you
You a bad bitch, but you still a good girl
You from the suburbs, you never been a hood girl
Uh, uh, but you bad as fuck
Another nigga talk to you, I be mad as fuck
Girl, I'm tired of the talkin', I done had enough
I'm tryna get you to the room so you can back it up
Yeah, so you can back it up
I know you like to talk a lot, but can you back it up
I know you got a fatty on you, can you back it up
You leave me for another nigga, I'll be sad as fuck
Yeah, you look too good
I cheated, she ain't take me back, but I knew you would
And now I never cheat again, girl, I'm loyal
Now you gettin' spoiled, I know you was blue, now you royal, uh
You a queen, you a queen, uh
You my queen, but you ain't even from Queens, uh
I'm a pro, I don't need no methazine, but I'm still a pimp
So you know I gotta hit my lean
I'm addicted to you, baby, I'm a fiend
I know we get toxic and we say things we don't mean
Baby, you can't never leave, we a team
I ain't shit without you, baby, you ain't nothin' without me
And that's so facts
I was gonna leave, my bitch, I had to go back
I only gave her five, but she deserve a whole stack
If you with me, baby, you won't have to go half, ever
Ever
We don't need the elevator, cause we steppers, yeah
We don't follow rules, cause we rebel, yeah
A nigga play with you, we hit him with the metal, BOW

Hold on, let me chill, let me chill, uh
You know don't nobody like it when you real, uh
Bad bitch told me she was from Brazil
Stop entertaining niggas, you gon' get somebody killed, for real
I ain't playin' about you