Gotta Be The Baddest Lyrics

[Intro: Chamillionaire]
Ohhh~! Whoa - she's, so beautiful (isn't she?)
Nah, I'm not talkin 'bout you move to the left baby
I'm, I'm talkin about the car
Ha ha ha! I'm just playin baby
Now all my players in the house
All my players in the house tonight - c'mon
Now all my ladies in the house
I can make you feel incredibly right - uhh

[Chamillionaire]
Now this for all the guys who trickin on all the women that I know
Writin love notes like I paid the note on your Tahoe
Purchasin more than nachos, chocolates and Moscatos
Say she your darlin and you ballin like Chicago
You givin her D. Rose, you tryin to be MVP man
Most valuable player, you should throw your defeat in
Love her and never cheatin, you eatin and never skeetin
Lean in the car and kiss me before she can get her feet in
Ha ha, ayy~! That just mean that she couldn't wait
She tell me I smell good, I tell her she lookin great
She say that she love the car, to get it what did it take
I say this isn't a rental it didn't come with a rate, we late
Let off the brakes and then we proceed to coast
I tell her that if she wants she can get as high as the slopes
She say that she doesn't smoke, do you? I tell her "Nope!"
And that one word got her wet as a bar of soap
Let's open an envelope (why?) we gotta give an award
To someone who could pull them by never sayin a word
Before ever leavin the curb
Without openin liquor and never breakin a herb
I know this don't sound possible to some of you lames
Bout to strain your whole brain tryna get her to change
You got to name drop names of every person you came
in contact with in yo' life, that's just terrible game
Ain't gotta spend a milli on her and be livin the lie
Just be player you should give it a try
And if you know your never ever trickin on no woman like I
Then all my players put yo' hands in the sky, one more time

[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
Ain't gotta spend a milli on her and be livin a lie
Just be a player you should give it a try
And if you know your never ever trickin on no woman like I
Then all my players put yo' hands in the sky
You gots ta be the baddest (you gots ta be the baddest)
You gots ta be the baddest, girl
You gots ta be the baddest (you know you gots ta be the baddest)
You gots ta be the baddest, girl

[Chamillionaire]
You know you gots ta be the baddest
If you really gon' make me add this
6 dollars and 55 cents to my tab miss
Wait a second, just do the math if
this equals a drink then it also equals your address
Ha ha~! I'm just playin nah I'm just serious
Object in the mirror is clearer than it appear it is
Every girl that's hearin this wanna ride a luxurious
Mercedes for ladies with the upgraded interiors
Yeah, roam with a player that got experience
at stuntin and feelin on all of your different areas
Playin spin the bottle until we both get delirious
If curosity killed the cat, just call me Curious
Because you know I'm 'bout to kill it tonight
All my players put your hands in the sky
And ladies you say you partyin with us and say you bringin a friend
that's as fine as you it better not be a tie
Cause you gots ta be the baddest; really your friend is average
You dope and yo' friend Shady it's like I'm Ca$his
Really she should relax if
I'm talkin to you then why is she sayin your ad libs (you bad miss)
Nah I don't trust her she got a fast lip
If her mouth could run I know hers would run a lap quick
Fast chick if she ain't a snake, then she an actress
Leave her alone with me well see how cut that the grass is

[Chorus]

[Chamillionaire]
You know I lost a little "Venom" the lyrics are still as toxic
Lookin at my watch she notice it ain't a clock tick
None of 'em successful whenever they try to lock chicks
Cause in another life I probably coulda been a locksmith
Hear boys sayin "Nah he ain't messin with my chick"
Now she shotgun and that's why they call it the cockpit
Then I see you in your lil' designer outfit
And look at you "What is that velvet?" Nah just ostrich
You fly, you even bought you a tie
I walked right past her and didn't even say hi
She turned and watched me walk past and yelled bye
I'm wonderin what I said to even make her reply
I guess that's how it goes, when your dealin with pros
I'm really sayin nothin she know to remove her clothes
Ain't takin none of these hoes you know to Pappadeuxs
I'm pullin up to the curb and then I'm just poppin do's
Get out {*door slams*}
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