Girls like you (Girls like you)
Always got a bad attitude (Ooh, yeah)
God made bad b#tches rude (Bad b#tches rude)
God made bad b#tches rude
A lot of #ss on her lip, body bady, you strip
Pretty face, but a flip and her bad with the chip (Chip)
Blowin’ racks at the Fifth, baggin’ Balenciaga (‘Ciaga)
Ain’t nothin’ like I got, I don’t need you (Need)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, ooh, yeah)
Those are the ones (The ones)
Those are the ones (The ones)
Stand on your heart (Heart)
And look in your eyes (Eyes)
I know I broke a lot of hearts (A lot of hearts)
Gave my share of scars, but (Ooh, yeah)
Ain’t nothin’ worse than a broken man
Can’t tell your bros, they won’t understand
Dryin’ out the pain with a loyal fan
Use your p#ss# power ’cause you know you can, oh
Girls like you (Girls like you, ooh)
Always got a bad attitude (Attitude, ooh, yeah)
God made bad b#tches rude (b#tches rude)
God made bad b#tches rude (Ooh, yeah)
Girls like you (Girls like you)
Always got a bad attitude (Ooh, yeah)
God made bad b#tches rude (Bad b#tches rude)
God made bad b#tches rude
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dvsn & Ty Dolla $ign Lyrics – Rude (Ty Dolla $ign Interlude)