Haiti Babii – Bad Bih Lyrics

Haiti Babii – Bad Bih Lyrics
Haiti Babii – Bad Bih Lyrics

 

Bad Bih Lyrics By Haiti Babii

S*ck my d*ck like a Kool-Aid pickle
Hit it from the back, make your b*tthole wiggle (Ugh)
Old nasty-a** b*tch (b*tch)
With some tight-a** p*ssy (Come on)

Freaky-a** ho, put your toes in my mouth
And when a n**** f*ck, lemme clean you out
It’s the first of the month, let me nut in your mouth (Come on)
We don’t do the six-nine, baby, switch the position (Turn around)
Goddamn you look fine when you s*ckin’ my d*ck (Lick this sh*t up)
On hood, don’t stop it, baby, do it and do it (Do it and do it)
You smoke, I don’t, I’ll do it for you (Do it for you)
I don’t wear no rubbers (Rubbers)
When I bust, lil’ baby, come lick this up (Lick this up)
Girl, gimme that p*ssy (That p*ssy)
That milk, that sauce, that gushy stuff (Ugh)
Stuff twenty bands in my duffel (Yeah)
She ain’t with the Birkins, she come in here Louis did (Louis)

Like, I brought Brock, I got Lesnar (Lesner)
Givenchy, my outfit Fendi, but she’s no real stepper (Huh?)

Show me you a bad b*tch (Bad b*tch)
I need me a bad b*tch (That’s what I need)
All about a bag b*tch (Yeah, yeah)
f*ck me better than my last b*tch (f*ck me, girl)
Show me you a bad b*tch (Show me you a bad-bad)
I need me a bad b*tch (I need me a bad-bad)
All about a bag b*tch (She all about a—)
f*ck me better than my last b*tch (Yeah)

One false move, run-up, we blastin’ (Boom)
Next n**** try to get tricky, kidnap him (Ha)
One Glock, two Glock, three Glock, four
n***** got popped side of the head because n*****
Always playin’ when they f*ckin’ in the zone, cuz (What?), yeah
Back to the b*tches, though, and to the baby (And to the baby)
And put that thumper on your name for all your dead n***** (Dead n*****)
I got that yumper in my trunk for all you big n***** (Brrt)
Put a n**** to sleep (Z, Z, Z, Z, Z, Z, Z, Z)
She love all my player ways, I said, “b*tch, hit the play” (Hit it)
That one song I got with Philthy got me hella H*es

Like, I brought Brock, I got Lesnar (Ugh)
Givenchy, my outfit Fendi, but she’s no real stepper

Show me you a bad b*tch (Bad b*tch)
I need me a bad b*tch (That’s what I need)
All about a bag b*tch (Yeah, yeah)
f*ck me better than my last b*tch (f*ck me, girl)
Show me you a bad b*tch (Show me you a bad-bad)
I need me a bad b*tch (I need me a bad-bad)
All about a bag b*tch (She all about a—)
f*ck me better than my last b*tch (Yeah)

f*ck me better than my last b*tch