Baddest by Kallaway Lyrics
[Intro – Kallaway]
Brrap
You the baddest, you the baddest
Swear to god, you the baddest
Rah, you the baddest
Rah, you the baddest
So bad (so bad)
Oh god
[Verse 1 – Kallaway]
Yo
Imma anteater, uncle killer
Plant feeder, jungle thriller
Jungle fever, brrap bap bap
On like a light switch clap clap clap
Gone like I might bitch, snapback to the backpack
To the Rattpack, what it do Logic
Left like my right wrist to write philosophic (woo)
Swerve be obnoxious (yaaaa)
7 AM I been faded for hours
Bitch on my D like she gradin’ my showers
Super sour, supersoaker
She on war head, beggin’ me to choke her
Breakfast she wanna get under me
Titties in my left, Wall Street in my right
Gave the bitch a good summary
Alright alright
Suitin’ up, suit and tie, soup to nuts, already fly
Swagapotomous rex
Sace’ shirt, like we already flex
‘viche my replay, Ciroc from the DJ
My bitch is from Moscow, cause
We Russian home to have sex (bop)
She a villain, now we chillen, like we ice in a glass
F up my D that’s A bad B, C look at her ass
Alphabetic, no anthesthetic, so diabetic
Gave my sugar away
She sayin, “Just gimme that D”
Holler back “Bitchhh…I’m on the way” (skirt)
[Hook – Kallaway]
You the baddest, baddest
You are the baddest, baddest baddest
Bah badabah bah baddest bah brrraaaappp
You the baddest, you the baddest
(yo) fuck it roger rabbit (I’m on the way)
[Verse 2 – Kallaway]
Alright you the baddest, so I’m the gladdest
And I’ll be sad if, the scores were padded
Round the world in one hundred and 80
Found a girl and then made her my lady, psychhh (schwoop)
I’m just trollin’ and strollin’ and rollin’
And walkin’ up hills (ahh)
Mom said to get a degree
Dad said to stack up my buffalo bills (pop pop pop)
Want a sturdy bitch, who gotta a curvy lick
And get nerdy wit me
Flirty flick, but not a thirsty trick
N’ wear jersey wit me
God damn
Long hair with that tight ass
Smart bitch that take night class
Backstage, always, but then rip a shot and take a mic pass, that might last ugh
Kinda girl that could whippa buggati
Hop out the car and then work a ducati
She good with her hands, good with her feet
That bitch know karate? (wahh)
That bitch know pilates
Cause she plankin’ on me
My house be a circus
Spankin’ that ass, she yankin’ my D
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve
You the baddest, baddest
You the baddest girl
So bad, yeah you the best
Grabbing my D and you rockin’ my world
Brrap
You the baddest, you the baddest
Swear to god, you the baddest
Rah, you the baddest
Rah, you the baddest
So bad (so bad)
Oh god
[Verse 1 – Kallaway]
Yo
Imma anteater, uncle killer
Plant feeder, jungle thriller
Jungle fever, brrap bap bap
On like a light switch clap clap clap
Gone like I might bitch, snapback to the backpack
To the Rattpack, what it do Logic
Left like my right wrist to write philosophic (woo)
Swerve be obnoxious (yaaaa)
7 AM I been faded for hours
Bitch on my D like she gradin’ my showers
Super sour, supersoaker
She on war head, beggin’ me to choke her
Breakfast she wanna get under me
Titties in my left, Wall Street in my right
Gave the bitch a good summary
Alright alright
Suitin’ up, suit and tie, soup to nuts, already fly
Swagapotomous rex
Sace’ shirt, like we already flex
‘viche my replay, Ciroc from the DJ
My bitch is from Moscow, cause
We Russian home to have sex (bop)
She a villain, now we chillen, like we ice in a glass
F up my D that’s A bad B, C look at her ass
Alphabetic, no anthesthetic, so diabetic
Gave my sugar away
She sayin, “Just gimme that D”
Holler back “Bitchhh…I’m on the way” (skirt)
[Hook – Kallaway]
You the baddest, baddest
You are the baddest, baddest baddest
Bah badabah bah baddest bah brrraaaappp
You the baddest, you the baddest
(yo) fuck it roger rabbit (I’m on the way)
[Verse 2 – Kallaway]
Alright you the baddest, so I’m the gladdest
And I’ll be sad if, the scores were padded
Round the world in one hundred and 80
Found a girl and then made her my lady, psychhh (schwoop)
I’m just trollin’ and strollin’ and rollin’
And walkin’ up hills (ahh)
Mom said to get a degree
Dad said to stack up my buffalo bills (pop pop pop)
Want a sturdy bitch, who gotta a curvy lick
And get nerdy wit me
Flirty flick, but not a thirsty trick
N’ wear jersey wit me
God damn
Long hair with that tight ass
Smart bitch that take night class
Backstage, always, but then rip a shot and take a mic pass, that might last ugh
Kinda girl that could whippa buggati
Hop out the car and then work a ducati
She good with her hands, good with her feet
That bitch know karate? (wahh)
That bitch know pilates
Cause she plankin’ on me
My house be a circus
Spankin’ that ass, she yankin’ my D
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve
You the baddest, baddest
You the baddest girl
So bad, yeah you the best
Grabbing my D and you rockin’ my world