Bad Bitch

"Bad Bitch"(feat. Timbaland)[Intro][strached "Obie"][Chorus - Timbaland]He got a bad bitch, said she recognize a "G"Said she want to roll and get to know ObieClaming that she love everything that he do, heeeeyHe got a bad bitch, said she recognize a "G"Said she want to roll, and get to know ObieClaming that she love, everything that he do, hey, hey[Verse 1 - Obie Trice]Yes it's O. Trice, I done jumped outta heightsWriting to the microphone life, yeah this is rightThis is less stringuest niggaz, this is tightThis is more dividends niggaz, get it rightStomping like Timberlands niggaz, a pair of NikesBut this is more Timbaland nigga and Obie TriceThe combination is invading stations, air wavesAnd rest haven on your listeners membranes (woo!)I done payed some change, I got TimboThis is not a brainy thang, yo this is simpleGet your ass up and dance, to the tempoExchange your stiff frame, with that of a more limboGrab shorty sippin' on that Shirley TempleWith that ass hanging out, and pinch her on that pimpleOn her ass hanging out, nigga advanceThis a world of a night, better start with the pants[Chorus][Verse 2 - Obie Trice]Yeah, let's keep this shit in motion (motion)Cause we gon hang out 'til we hung over then I.V. ProfinAdios when (os when)I fucked them thighs, who influenced with the game that was spokenI'ma make sure she open (open)Ménage-a-trois in these's days and times got my shit growingAnd she's hoein' (hoein')And I'm ignoring' the lies she throwing', how she won't perform?I feed her a blunt throw on the "Quiet Storm"She repeatedly cum, insistently all mornAnd she needed cause funs up in the purse not growinBitch beat it my one's you gets none (nada)To feel she's treated as if a Playboy or lpay her dumbI skeeted so bitch your Playboy is on the runDeleted the bitch, outta direct connectionThanks for calming' down, my erection, hun[Chorus][Verse 3 - Obie Trice]Yeah, I speak the words of experience (oh) lady I'm seriousLyrics on my deliverance, is oh so vivid bitchOh no hoes up, hoes I spit it bitch (spit it)Roll up, smoke up dro, and spit on this (spit it)I'ma outta order cause I break the iceAnd squirt liquid in your eyes, all you see is little guysSwimming in women they claming they like my styleTreat 'em like Ike and ride (bitch!)I don't a fuck I got the height, sure your rightI'm Barry White tonight (hey) you feeling' alrightGot a buzz and this huzzie saying O's her typeI take her to the high-end and strike (ahh)Trick for hire, I'll never buy her to biteDespite she tight, I'll tell the bitch you can have a nice lifeSee I'm working with these I's in this rhymesIt's I's, all's that not a aus-tin time[Chorus]