Lyrics Travis Porter

Travis Porter

My Bitch Bad

My bitch bad, fat ass got dumb swag

My bitch bad, fat ass got dumb swag

My bitch bad, fat ass got dumb swag

My bitch bad

Got 3 phones, got 2 home

For red bones, dressed out for 'em

Got 3 phones, got 2 home

For red bones, dressed out for 'em

My bitch bad, fat ass got dumb swag

My bitch bad, fat ass got dumb swag

My bitch bad, fat ass got dumb swag

My bitch bad, fat ass got dumb swag

Ok dude I love the jeans and I love the shirt

Caught 14 that's some piece

I'm too street, I'm too G

I don't ride down I'm 20 E

With a bad bitch right beside me

I'm driving fast as she's sucking me

It's windy as hell turn your heat up

Matter of fact gon' rose the weed up

My shoes tight my cup full

That straight seal, that real deal

That uncut, that straight raw

Try to rob a kid that's when I cross the job

My hair nappy, my pockets full

I'm hella rich I'm puppy love

I'm from the hood, from the hood

All grown up, now I'm bossed up

I'm turnked up and I'm faded

My bitch bad, that's my lady

I'm a 90's baby, she's a 80's

The bed big got in Vegas

Got a business phone, got a work phone

Got a main phone

That 3 phone, my iphone

My blackberry, my trap phone

But ye you know

My bitch bad, fat ass got dumb swag

My bitch bad, fat ass got dumb swag

My bitch bad, fat ass got dumb swag

My bitch bad, fat ass got dumb swag

Got 3 phones, got 2 home

For red bones, dressed out for 'em

Got 3 phones, got 2 home

For red bones, dressed out for 'em

Got an ounce of weed gotta roll it up

Like I'm prerub before I hit the club

She a freaky girl, she a pretty girl

She a street girl, she hit the leaf of a month

You would stick in her mouth, my bitch bad nigga

She don't walk with niggas, she walk past niggas

Don't like short niggas, don't like fat niggas

She like that nigga and I'm that nigga

Fly boes to the cool got 3 phones

Got 6 chains got 3 O's

If that pussy tight then that pussy right

And how the fuck could it be wrong

That bitch so good, wish I could press rewind

Bitch call me blable but say that 3 times

My mama bad, she bad and she know it

She got a crazy body I'm afraid to let her show it

And she got a girlfriend, oh ye did I mention?

2 bitches and a bad nigga, that's pimpin

My bitch bad, fat ass got dumb swag

My bitch bad, fat ass got dumb swag

My bitch bad, fat ass got dumb swag

My bitch bad, fat ass got dumb swag

Got 3 phones, got 2 home

For red bones, dressed out for 'em

Got 3 phones, got 2 home

For red bones, dressed out for 'em

Got 3 phones, 2 yellow bones

Then new Chanel caught 2 bill

Fly zone, that's my zone

Y'all nigga, but my money long

Condo to a trust spot

Country boy caught Kesha

My bitch bad, got a fat ass

Got a pretty face with a stupid swag

Fuck plaza, we poppin' tail

On molly get a coupe a bail

VIP hold alot of G

Promethazine, OG

Y'all nigga want stupid ice

Fuck around we'll take your life

In the hood my nigga shooting dice

Trap phone ringing all night

I buzz a dot, my rollie

Cost a chip, genode

No scripts in my gucci script

Buy a hundred for these gucci spit

Count 20 benz in all dough

Starring phone got pink mud

RIP come to see

Everyday I'm pouring up