ILBB2 (Remix)

[Verse 1: Jorjiana]
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
I love bad bitches too
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
I'm rockin' some Trues, what's new?
Von told me to rap my ass off
Shit, I'm tryna tell him the same
Get to the guap, I'm tryna take this shit far, but never forget where I came
I want the richy-richies, but I don't really care for fame, uh-huh
I want the tracky-trackies, this lil' ho aggy, he ask do my son need a daddy?
I been poppin' it, my old ho keep tryna stop me, my old friends turnt wishy-washy
Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
I love bad bitches too, aight, ooh
Put me on planes when I land, I'll still take flight
This lil' ho cute, finna ask him what he doin' tonight
Green in the cup, but it taste like Sprite
I love it so wrong, but it feel so right
Uh-huh, it feel so right, uh-huh
Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh-huh
They talk real big, but they sharin' they pipes, woo
They callin' me Caitlin, I'm ballin', get your pape' up
Uh, uh-huh
White in his nose, that shit look like makeup
Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh
I love bad bitches too
Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
I love bad bitches too
Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh
I'm tryna get rich, so fuck out my face tryna lay up
Haha, uh, uh-huh, I love bad bitches too

[Bridge: Jorjiana & GloRilla]
Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh (On gang, gang)
I love bad bitches too (GloRilla)
Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh (On gang, gang)
Huh, go, haha (Uh, uh)

[Verse 2: GloRilla]
(Hey, hey)
Yeah, I love them bad bitches (Why?)
'Cause I'm a bad bitch too
Caught my nigga cheating, boy, why you ain't call me? (Huh?)
I fuck bad bitches too
Fuck I'ma hate on the next ho for? (The fuck?)
That ain't what bad bitches do
Naw, we can't lay up, 11 a.m. checkout, nigga ass gettin' the boot (Outta there)
I'm a big dog, I don't argue over niggas (Ho)
Leave that shit for the puppies
I can get dick anytime I want (Stamp that)
Baby, that shit ain't nothin'
Topic of all these niggas discussions (Yup)
But ain't none of 'em fucked me
Like my niggas tall and brown (What else?)
And mixed with a little bit of ugly

[Outro: GloRilla]
Uh, uh-huh, they say shooters shoot
Uh, uh-huh, Duke Dennis, what's up with you?
Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh (Hahaha, Jorjiana, what the fuck these niggas on, man?)
Uh-huh (Uh, uh), on gang, gang