Bad Bitches de Yla

Roll up to the club we classy
Like a cat we sassy
Pumps strapped up, dresses tight up on our asses
We stoppin' traffic at every green light
Me and my ladies gettin' every drink for free tonight

Gettin' down, everybody notice
The crowd separate like water for Moses
The fellas gettin' buggy eyed, girls gettin' hella jealous
Wanna be us when they see us
So you know what we tell 'em

We're all bad bitches
We're all bad bitches
We're all, we're all
We're all bad bitches (x2)

Bad
We run, run, run
'Til the sun comes, comes
You know we bad, bad
We run, run, run
'Til the sun comes, comes

Roll up to the bar, get blasted
This daiquiri's fantastic
Your shirt sayin' "swag" just ruined all your chances
You got one hand on the wall like it's gonna collapse
I'm on my iPhone, searchin' through my favorite apps

Boys be looking thirsty
Want us in the worst way
Make 'em fall in love before we even have a first date
They be buying bottles from the bar like it's my birthday
It's not my birthday
It's just a Thursday

You can see it on their faces
Everybody's hatin'
Only cuz they know we bad
You can see it on their faces
All those silly faces
Don't know what to do with bad