U Bad

[Chorus: Webbie]
Spent a whole pay check up on her hairdoo
You keep your face did, makeup and your nails too
You keep your toes peticured, got gotta aditude
I don't mind, girl you fine
So I ain't mad at you
Cause you bad
Cause you bad
Cause you bad
Cause you bad
Cause you bad
Cause you bad
You gotta aditude
Cause you bad

[Verse 1: Webbie]
She got a [?] up on her finger, and she drive her a Porshe
She got that kind of aditude that'll cause a divorce
[?] all in your face, when you be walking you shake
You probably ripped, but I ain't gon lie, probably cost you cake
I do whatever you want, I even sing you a song
Come on now givе me your number, let mе blow up your phone
Wear your birthday suit, I wanna see it up on ya
You sold pussy, you should gon head buy you a thong
[?] take her shopping, anywhere that she want
I buy her dresses, I just like to see her try on [?]
It ain't no question, she the bestest when it come to that doam
And her and my other bitches, they just don't get along

[Chorus: Webbie]
Spent a whole pay check up on her hairdoo
You keep your face did, makeup and your nails too
You keep your toes peticured, got gotta aditude
I don't mind, girl you fine
So I ain't mad at you
Cause you bad
Cause you bad
Cause you bad
Cause you bad
Cause you bad
Cause you bad
You gotta aditude
Cause you bad

[Verse 2: Wankaego]
My aditude, sassy
A fooll, I'm acting
[?] when they tell me you bad
Michael Jackson
[?] they hollar, you bad
Up to Jacckson
The queen of tril, they say you bad
You better ask them
I pop it, throw it
If you got it, show it
Let me see your hands, if you bad, [?]
I don't need a Superman, don't demand heroics
Cause you give me them bands, till my hands overflowing
His pay check, I spend that cash to get my hair fixed
Walked out with at least ten bags up out of Sacks Fifth
Shanel [?] nails painted all tight
Independent bad bitch, he be [?]

[Chorus: Webbie]
Spent a whole pay check up on her hairdoo
You keep your face did, makeup and your nails too
You keep your toes peticured, got gotta aditude
I don't mind, girl you fine
So I ain't mad at you
Cause you bad
Cause you bad
Cause you bad
CAuse you bad
Cause you bad
Cause you bad
You gotta aditude
Cause you bad

[Verse 3: Webbie]
She my dirty secret lover, I be flying her in
She ain't all that in the face, but that ho fine as a bitch
She right to [?], a gold digger for she
I ain't trippin shit I know she just don't like me for me
Probably roll with two kids, probably fuck her [?]
She kknow how it goes, she know I don't love her for real
Put that dick up in her stomach, make her shake, watch it swim
Bust the rubber, then I probably make her ake her a pill
Oh yeah she bad, her boyfriend, he mad
After the show I [?]
I probably get her to strip, I probably hit her and dip
I don't know that much about her, but I can tell you this here

[Chorus: Webbie]
Spent a whole pay check up on her hairdoo
You keep your face did, makeup and your nails too
You keep your toes peticured, got gotta aditude
I don't mind, girl you fine
So I ain't mad at you
Cause you bad
Cause you bad
Cause you bad
Cause you bad
Cause you bad
Cause you bad
You gotta aditude
Cause you bad