Hang Wit a Bad Bitch (feat. Key Glock)

Lyrics for Hang Wit a Bad Bitch (feat. Key Glock)

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) Yeah, yeah, he wanna hang with a bad bitch He wanna hang with a bad bitch (ay, Sexyy, yeah) He wanna hang with a bad bitch He wanna hang with a bad bitch (ay, Sexyy, yeah) He wanna hang with a bad bitch He wanna hang with a bad bitch (uh, it's Sexyy) Ba-baby, let's chill and get fried (yeah) He fuck with me, I'm a vibe (ay) Just got my hair done, lookin' fine (damn) 32 inches, it's blonde (ooh) He askin', can he get some time? (No) I'm a young turnt bitch in my prime (let's go) You-you know what that mean, I'm outside (outside) Won't settle 'til I'm 45 (hol' on, wait) Ay, he wanna hang with a bad bitch He wanna hang with a bad bitch (ay, yeah) He wanna hang with a bad bitch He wanna hang with a bad bitch (ay, yeah) He wanna hang with a bad bitch He wanna hang with a bad bitch (uh, ay, yeah) He wanna hang with a bad bitch He wanna hang with a (ay, yeah, leggo) I'm tryna smash on this bad bitch She wanna hang with a savage (ay, yeah) Skinny as hell with a fatty Get right behind and attack it (ay, yeah) Three-legged, she heard that I'm packin' (whoo) All of my bitches the baddest (ay, yeah, mwah) She tryna get put through the mattress Tryna get put through the mattress (yeah) She pretty as hell, and she nasty (eugh) She freaky as hell, but act classy (yeah, yeah) Ridin' that dick with no traction (ridin') She stuck to the kid like a magnet (yeah) From the back, fuck up her lashes (fuck it up) Got a hood bitch, she'll do your taxes (yeah, yeah) These nigga hos need to Maxim (yeah) Got a Glock in her purse, ain't no lackin' (bah-bah-bah, ay, yeah) He wanna hang with a bad bitch He wanna hang with a bad bitch (ay, yeah) He wanna hang with a bad bitch He wanna hang with a bad bitch (ay, yeah) He wanna hang with a bad bitch He wanna hang with a bad bitch (uh, ay, yeah) He wanna hang with a bad bitch He wanna hang with a (ay, yeah) He wanna hang with a bad bitch He all on my dick 'cause I'm tatted (yeah) I go black Gucci frames for the glasses (ooh) I know you see all this motion I'm havin' (no, I'm fine) He cool, I ain't gon' lie (shit) When we link up, we have us a time Put on that shit before we back, gettin' fly (yeah) It's big Sexyy blood, you know how I ride (on blood) It's big Sexyy blood, you know how I roll Conceited as fuck, I get all the hos I change up my niggas like I change my clothes The hood bitches winnin', I'm uppin' the score (grraow, baow) He wanna hang with a bad bitch He wanna hang with a bad bitch (ay, yeah) He wanna hang with a bad bitch He wanna hang with a bad bitch (ay, yeah) He wanna hang with a bad bitch He wanna hang with a bad bitch (uh, ay, yeah) He wanna hang with a bad bitch He wanna hang with a (ay, yeah) He wanna hang with a bad bitch He wanna hang with a bad bitch (ay, yeah) He wanna hang with a bad bitch He wanna hang with a bad bitch (ay, yeah) He wanna hang with a bad bitch He wanna hang with a bad bitch (uh, ay, yeah) He wanna hang with a bad bitch He wanna hang with a (ay, yeah)