Eve, Pusha T, Juicy J - She Bad Bad - Remix Lyrics

Bad bad bad she bad bad oh, oh she bad bad

Oh, she bad, bad, oh, she bad, bad
Oh, she bad, bad, oh, she bad, bad (Eve, I like that)
Oh, she bad, bad, oh, she bad, bad (You got 'em callin' my name)
Oh, she bad, bad

Oh she bad bad, you know she that bad
Potluck Push, dip your hand in my grab bag
Matte black Benz, perfect for my black ass
Only know who's in it when I open the back half
Hot as a back draft, they know he on fire
Any nigga deny it, you call his mother a liar
Only hit him with spire, if she like it I buy it
Tryna take her ghetto chic and put her up on designer
She don't fuck with the buyers, all she know is suppliers
How to watch the drug money, hide it under the dryers
Oh she bad bad, so fly she jet lagged
Eve let 'em go, we both know that the best last

Oh, she bad, bad, oh, she bad, bad
Oh, she bad, bad, oh, she bad, bad
Oh, she bad, bad, oh, she bad, bad
Oh, she bad, bad.

Yeah that's right, I'm badder than them
E.V.E. the cataclysm
Blow 'em out the fucking water
Kill 'em dead, call it slaughter
Ain't my fault, I had it built up, had to get it out my system
Now I'm back, forget about them other chicks, man you won't miss 'em.
Yeah, E.V.E. hungry like a lion
I ain't never easy, never scared, why you're tryin'?
Your gimmick makes me sicky, what you selling I ain't buyin'
Man I live up at the top, so you keep climbin'
No they can never catch up
Me I'm the chick that keep 'em under pressure
And ever nigga smell her wan' sex her
They say they wan' protect her
But really they just wan' kiss and caress her
Now sit your ass down, 'cause class is now in session, they like

Oh, she bad, bad, oh, she bad, bad
Oh, she bad, bad, oh, she bad, bad
Oh, she bad, bad, oh, she bad, bad
Oh, she bad, bad, oh she

Rollin' papers and rollin' swishers
Gettin' high as a light fixture
In the club with a bag of money
Gettin' Becky from a white stripper
Watch cold as a igloo, chain cold as a icicle
You might think I'm ballin' out
But this how I live my life, nigga
You say that's your wife, not tonight nigga
I'll go spend a night with her, stick this pipe to her
When she leave she say my name
Juicy J he did his thing
I'm leavin' with her best friend
She know what's up, we trippy mane
She want a hustler on his job, not you foo-foo niggas
She want a hustler on his job, I got beaucoup figures
All across the nation, take your chick on vacation
I'm gettin' dome while I'm in a foreign racer

Oh, she bad, bad, oh, she bad, bad
Oh, she bad, bad, oh, she bad, bad
Oh, she bad, bad, oh, she bad, bad
Oh, she bad, bad, oh, she bad, bad
Oh, she bad, bad, oh, she bad, bad
Oh, she bad, bad, oh, she bad, bad
Oh, she bad, bad, oh, she bad, bad
Oh, she bad, bad, oh, she bad, bad