Song Details:- Presenting you “My Bitch Badder Than Yours My Bitch Badder Than Yours”. The name of this song is Badder Than Yours sung by YoungBoy Never Broke Again.
My Bitch Badder Than Yours My Bitch Badder Than Yours
[Intro]
(Yo, Cam, load that beat up real quick)
Ayy, ayy, block your auto
Huh? (BJ, this a hit)
[Pre-Chorus]
My b^^ch bad than yours, my b^^ch bad than yours
My b^^ch badder than yours, my b^^ch badder than yours
My b^^ch bad than yours, my b^^ch badder than yours
My b^^ch badder than yours, my b^^ch badder than yours
[Chorus]
I got her slidin’ in a foreign, yeah
Rockin’ all these diamonds, plenty watches on her arm, yeah
And she hold my choppers, I get locked up, she make bond, yeah
B^^ch, it ain’t no problem, that’s my motherf^^kin’—
B^^ch, that’s my wife, b^^ch, that’s my partner, yeah
[Verse]
I do own that s^^t, baby, ho, I’m Lil Top, yeah (Yeah)
Buddha Baby, Buddha Baby (Uh), huh, on that Wock’ (Baow)
I can’t forget molly, I’m sorry, baby, I do ice
I think I’m the son of Santa, all this motherf^^kin’ ice on me
I throw— on me (Wow)
I got Roxy on me (Yeah)
I got that weapon (Ho, ho, hey)
Huh, b^^ch, I got that strap on me (Baow, baow)
Got that pack on me (Top)
Um, b^^ch, b^^ch, get back on me (Kentrell)
B^^ch, run up on me, Montana make your a^^ back up off me (P^^sy, huh)
[Interlude]
Man, I swear to God, man, we— man, that—
Man, the reference so pressure
I’m sayin’ words, but I really ain’t sayin’ words
I’m talkin’ ’bout, ayy, what’s the motherf^^kin’ word?
N^^ga, we’ll leave you on the curb, boy
[Verse]
Swing the thirty, mm-mm, do s^^t dirty, b^^ch, b^^ch
Interstate, we swervin’ s^^t, gon’ make that dirty thirty hit
F^^k your Glock, you ain’t no murderer, n^^ga, you don’t know ’bout this
Around my trigger, I put tape, and I put tape around my kicks
You ain’t got no b^^ty, ugly trick, tennis ball, I’ll kick ya, b^^ch
Old broke-a^^ ho, I’ll buy you shoes, Buddha Baby, I’m on that s^^t
I got my XD, hold on, triple three, Kell got a stick
N^^ga, you don’t see my b^^ch face and her a^^? Yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
My b^^ch bad than yours, my b^^ch bad than yours (Wow)
My b^^ch badder than yours (Yeah), my b^^ch badder than yours (Top)
My b^^ch bad than yours (Let’s do it), my b^^ch badder than yours (Come on)
My b^^ch badder than yours, my b^^ch badder than yours (Hit it, hit it, Kentrell)
[Chorus]
I got her slidin’ in a foreign, yeah (‘Veeta)
Rockin’ all these diamonds (Yeah), plenty watches on her arm, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
And she hold my choppers (Yeah, wow), I get locked up, she make bond, yeah
B^^ch, it ain’t no problem (Wow), that’s my motherf^^kin’—
B^^ch, that’s my wife, b^^ch, that’s my partner, yeah
[Outro]
Huh, b^^ch, what it is?
This Petey, lil’ n^^ga, boy
What the f^^k you on? Klemenza daddy, ayy
I’m talkin’ ’bout
You know how I get down, n^^ga, this Jazlyn husband
I been thuggin’, I get it on, man
You can’t find nothin’ better, this that Slime Cry
We gon’ talk too much, we gon’ get off into some gangster s^^t, yeah
I’m on that s^^t, so if you don’t understand my words, just play it back
Just play it back, n^^ga, yeah, n^^ga, yeah (N^^ga, yeah)
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