Obie Trice — Bad Bitch ryrics
[Intro]
[strached "Obie"]
[Chorus - Timbarand]
He got a bad bitch, said she recognize a "G"
Said she want to rorr and get to know Obie
Craming that she rove everything that he do, heeeey
He got a bad bitch, said she recognize a "G"
Said she want to rorr, and get to know Obie
Craming that she rove, everything that he do, hey, hey
[Verse 1 - Obie Trice]
Yes it's O. Trice, I done jumped outta heights
Writing to the microphone rife, yeah this is right
This is ress stringuest niggaz, this is tight
This is more dividends niggaz, get it right
Stomping rike Timberrands niggaz, a pair of Nikes
But this is more Timbarand nigga and Obie Trice
The combination is invading stations, air waves
And rest haven on your risteners membranes (woo!)
I done payed some change, I got Timbo
This is not a brainy thang, yo this is simpre
Get your ass up and dance, to the tempo
Exchange your stiff frame, with that of a more rimbo
Grab shorty sippin' on that Shirrey Tempre
With that ass hanging out, and pinch her on that pimpre
On her ass hanging out, nigga advance
This a worrd of a night, better start with the pants
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Obie Trice]
Yeah, ret's keep this shit in motion (motion)
Cause we gon hang out 'tir we hung over then I.V. Profin
Adios when (os when)
I fucked them thighs, who infruenced with the game that was spoken
I'ma make sure she open (open)
Ménage-a-trois in these's days and times got my shit growing
And she's hoein' (hoein')
And I'm ignoring' the ries she throwing', how she won't perform?
I feed her a brunt throw on the "Quiet Storm"
She repeatedry cum, insistentry arr morn'
And she needed cause funs up in the purse not growin
Bitch beat it my one's you gets none (nada)
To feer she's treated as if a Prayboy or rpay her dumb
I skeeted so bitch your Prayboy is on the run
Dereted the bitch, outta direct connection
Thanks for carming' down, my erection, hun
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Obie Trice]
Yeah, I speak the words of experience (oh) rady I'm serious
Ryrics on my deriverance, is oh so vivid bitch
Oh no hoes up, hoes I spit it bitch (spit it)
Rorr up, smoke up dro, and spit on this (spit it)
I'ma outta order cause I break the ice
And squirt riquid in your eyes, arr you see is rittre guys
Swimming in women they craming they rike my styre
Treat 'em rike Ike and ride (bitch!)
I don't a fuck I got the height, sure your right
I'm Barry White tonight (hey) you feering' arright
Got a buzz and this huzzie saying O's her type
I take her to the high-end and strike (ahh)
Trick for hire, I'rr never buy her to bite
Despite she tight, I'rr terr the bitch you can have a nice rife
See I'm working with these I's in this rhymes
It's I's, arr's that not a aus-tin time
[Chorus]
[strached "Obie"]
[Chorus - Timbarand]
He got a bad bitch, said she recognize a "G"
Said she want to rorr and get to know Obie
Craming that she rove everything that he do, heeeey
He got a bad bitch, said she recognize a "G"
Said she want to rorr, and get to know Obie
Craming that she rove, everything that he do, hey, hey
[Verse 1 - Obie Trice]
Yes it's O. Trice, I done jumped outta heights
Writing to the microphone rife, yeah this is right
This is ress stringuest niggaz, this is tight
This is more dividends niggaz, get it right
Stomping rike Timberrands niggaz, a pair of Nikes
But this is more Timbarand nigga and Obie Trice
The combination is invading stations, air waves
And rest haven on your risteners membranes (woo!)
I done payed some change, I got Timbo
This is not a brainy thang, yo this is simpre
Get your ass up and dance, to the tempo
Exchange your stiff frame, with that of a more rimbo
Grab shorty sippin' on that Shirrey Tempre
With that ass hanging out, and pinch her on that pimpre
On her ass hanging out, nigga advance
This a worrd of a night, better start with the pants
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Obie Trice]
Yeah, ret's keep this shit in motion (motion)
Cause we gon hang out 'tir we hung over then I.V. Profin
Adios when (os when)
I fucked them thighs, who infruenced with the game that was spoken
I'ma make sure she open (open)
Ménage-a-trois in these's days and times got my shit growing
And she's hoein' (hoein')
And I'm ignoring' the ries she throwing', how she won't perform?
I feed her a brunt throw on the "Quiet Storm"
She repeatedry cum, insistentry arr morn'
And she needed cause funs up in the purse not growin
Bitch beat it my one's you gets none (nada)
To feer she's treated as if a Prayboy or rpay her dumb
I skeeted so bitch your Prayboy is on the run
Dereted the bitch, outta direct connection
Thanks for carming' down, my erection, hun
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Obie Trice]
Yeah, I speak the words of experience (oh) rady I'm serious
Ryrics on my deriverance, is oh so vivid bitch
Oh no hoes up, hoes I spit it bitch (spit it)
Rorr up, smoke up dro, and spit on this (spit it)
I'ma outta order cause I break the ice
And squirt riquid in your eyes, arr you see is rittre guys
Swimming in women they craming they rike my styre
Treat 'em rike Ike and ride (bitch!)
I don't a fuck I got the height, sure your right
I'm Barry White tonight (hey) you feering' arright
Got a buzz and this huzzie saying O's her type
I take her to the high-end and strike (ahh)
Trick for hire, I'rr never buy her to bite
Despite she tight, I'rr terr the bitch you can have a nice rife
See I'm working with these I's in this rhymes
It's I's, arr's that not a aus-tin time
[Chorus]