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Bad Bitches chords by Litty Kitty

  • Dm

  • G

  • C

  • Am

Verse 1
Dm
G
C
G
Dm
Ayy, okay,
ayy,
G
Dm
G
where my bad bitches at?
Dm
Ayy
Bad bitches, bad, bad bitches
Bad bitches, we some badass bitches
Bad bitches, bad, bad bitches
Bad bitches, we some badass bitches
Pocket full of dollar bills
Poppin' pussy, poppin' pills
Ride that pony, I got skills
G
Dm
Got me wetty, need some gills
Major, you minor, you fine, I'm finer
I rock designer, I rock recliner
Been way too honest,
been way too cautious
Think I might be flawless,
I'm just bein' modest
With my bitches and we all bad as fuck
G
With my bitches and we
don't give a fuck
Am
Dm
If he ain't rich then
I ain't givin' it up
G
And we ain't finished till
he get me to cum
Dm
I do it for the loot
G
Haters wanna shoot, I don't need no help
Am
Dm
I just like my group, I just like my troop
We drippin' at the soul,
G
Dm
they fiendin' for some more
Somebody let him know
Six bad bitches,
we ain't worried bout nothin'
G
Got your man in love,
Am
we ain't even gotta touch him
Dm
Know you wanna fuck, honey,
just don't fuck around
G
We gon' show y how some
real queens bust it down
Dm
Now, ten bad bitches,
we ain't worried bout nothin'
G
Rollin' with some dimes,
all the rest a dime a dozen
Am
Dm
We love gettin' dirty,
take your man, make a mess
G
Know we finna, don't you like we
Am
Dm
got his ass possessed?
Bad bitches, bad, bad bitches
Bad bitches, we some badass bitches
Bad bitches, bad, bad bitches
Bad bitches, we some badass bitches
I hear him talkin'
See him lookin', smell him,
come and feel him knockin'
G
Callin' me a bitch,
Am
Dm
you the one that's barkin'
Get him mad,
cause the boys think I'm tryin'
G
Dm
If I show a little ass, got him startlin'
Put me from behind like the Heimlich
G
Go ahead, shoot your shot,
Am
Kirk Heimlich
Dm
Got him hot,
now we fuckin' up the climate
G
Know exactly what he want,
Dm
like a sidekick
Act a fool on the dick, booty size me
G
Just as long as he ball,
Dm
take my ass to the mall
Then I don't even call,
G
I just do it for fun
Dm
Cause I don't need him at all, no
Make your man go ghost like Gengar
G
Am
Make his ass disappear off the radar
Dm
Fingers pressin' on his body
like a space bar
G
Ain't the only one,
Dm
they know what our names are
Six bad bitches,
we ain't worried bout nothin'
G
Got your man in love,
Am
we ain't even gotta touch him
Dm
Know you wanna fuck, honey,
just don't fuck around
G
We gon' show you
Dm
how some real queens bust it down
Now ten bad bitches,
we ain't worried bout nothin'
G
Rollin' with some dimes,
all the rest a dime of dust
Am
Dm
And we love gettin' dirty,
take your man, make a mess
G
Know we finna go to life,
Am
G
Am
Dm
we got it at possessed
Bad bitches, bad, bad bitches
G
Am
Bad bitches, we some badass bitches
Dm
Bad bitches, bad, bad bitches
G
Dm
Bad bitches, we some badass bitches
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