Letra de ' ILBB2 (feat. Jorjiana) ' de GloRilla

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
I love bad bitches too
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
I'm rocking some Trues, what's new?

Von told me to rap my ass off
Shit, I'm tryna tell him the same
Get to the gwap, I'm tryna take this shit far, but never forget where I came

I want the Richie-Richies, but I don't really care for fame, uh-huh
I want the Tracky-Trackies, this lil' ho aggy, he asked if my son needs a daddy?
I've been popping it, my old ho keeps tryna stop me, my old friends turned 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 doing tonight?
Green in the cup, but it tastes like Sprite
I love it so wrong, but it feels so right

Uh-huh, it feels so right, uh-huh
Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh-huh
They talk real big, but they sharing their pipes, woof
They calling me Caitlin, I'm ballin', get your pape' up

Uh, uh-huh, white in his nose, that shit looks 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

Uh (oh, kill 'em, kill 'em), uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
I love bad bitches too (Glorilla)
Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh (on gang, gang)
Huh, go, haha (ugh, ugh)

(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
Nah, we can't lay up, 11 AM checkout, nigga ass getting the boot (outta there)

I'm—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 nothing
Topic of all these niggas' discussions (yup), but ain't none of 'em fucked me
Like my niggas tall and grimy (what else?), and mixed with a little bit of ugly

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