Rude (Ty Dolla $ign Interlude)

Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, woo-woah, yeah

Girls like you (girls like you)
Always got a bad attitude (ooh, yeah)
God made bad bitches rude (bad bitches rude)
God made bad bitches rude

A lot of ass on her lip, body bad, you strip
Pretty face, but a flip, in her bag with the chip (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 (need)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, ooh, yeah)

Those are the ones
Those are 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
Drown out the pain with a loyal fan
Use your pussy 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 bitches rude (bitches rude)
God made bad bitches rude (ooh, yeah)
Girls like you
Always got a bad attitude (ooh, yeah)
God made bad bitches rude
God made bad bitches rude



Credits
Writer(s): Cooper Mcgill, Ashley Leone, Ivory Scott, Karim Hutton, Kevin White, Tyrone William Griffin, Christopher Ruelas, Christian Ward, Mike Woods
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