Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, woo-woah, yeah
Girls like you
Always got a bad att**ude
God made bad b*t*hes rude
God made bad b*t*hes rude
A lot of a** on her lip, body bad, you strip
Pretty face, but a flip, in her bag with the chip
Blowin' racks at the Fifth, girl, keep it up, I can see ya
Ain't nothin' like I got, I don't need you
Yeah, yeah
Those are the ones
Those are the ones
Stand on your heart
And look in your eyes
I know I broke a lot of hearts
Gave my share of scars, but
Ain't nothin' worse than a broken man
Can't tell your bros, they won't understand
Drown out the pain with a loyal fan
Use your pu**y power 'cause you know you can, oh
Girls like you
Always got a bad att**ude
God made bad b*t*hes rude
God made bad b*t*hes rude
Girls like you
Always got a bad att**ude
God made bad b*t*hes rude
God made bad b*t*hes rude