Now imagine there's a shawty, maybe five maybe four Ridin' 'round with his mama listening to the radio And a song comes on and a not far off from being born Doesn't know the difference between right and wrong I Now ain't trying to make it too complex But let's just say shawty has an undeveloped context About the perception of women these days His mama sings along and this what she says "Niggas I'm a bad b**ch, and I'm bad b**ch Far above average" And maybe other rhyming words like cabbage and savage And baby carriage and other things that match it Couple of things that are happenin' here First he's relatin' the word "b**ch" with his mama, comma And because she's relatin' to herself, His most important source of help, And mental health, He may skew respect for dishonor
B**ch bad, woman good
Lady better, they misunderstood
(I'm killin' these b**ches) Uh, tell 'em B**ch bad, woman good
Lady better, they misunderstood
They misunderstood
(I'm killin' these b**ches) Yeah, now imagine a group of little girls nine through twelve On the internet watchin' videos listenin' to songs by themselves
It doesn't really matter if they have parental clearance They understand the internet better than their parents Now being the interent, the content's probably uncensored They're young, so they're maleable and probably unmentored A complicated combination, maybe with no relevance Until that intelligence meets their favorite singer's preference "Bad b**ches, bad b**ches, bad b**ches That's all I want and all I like in life is bad b**ches, bad b**ches" Now let's say that they less concerned with him And more with the video girl acquiescent to his whims Ah, the plot thickens High heels, long hair, fat booty, slim Reality check, I'm not trippin' They don't see a paid actress, just what makes a bad b**ch B**ch bad, woman good
Lady better, they misunderstood
I say I say I say....... B**ch bad, woman good Lady better, they misunderstood
(I'm killin' these b**ches) Disclaimer: This rhymer, Lupe's not usin' b**ch as a lesson But as a psychological weapon To set in your mind and really mess with your conceptions Discretions, reflections, it's clever misdirection Cause, while I was rappin' they was growin' up fast Nobody stepped in to ever slow 'em up, gasp Sure enough, in this little world The little boy meets one of those little girls And he thinks she a bad b**ch and she thinks she a bad b**ch He thinks disrespectfully, she thinks of that sexually She got the wrong idea, he don't wanna f**k her He thinks she's bad at being a b**ch like his mother Momma never dress like that, come out the house, hot mess like that A**, titties, dress like that All out to impress like that Just like that, you see the fruit of the confusion He caught in a reality, she caught in an illusion Bad mean good to her, she really nice and smart But bad mean bad to him, b**ch don't play your part But b**ch still bad to her if you say it the wrong way But she think she a b**ch, what a double entendre
B**ch bad, woman good Lady better, they misunderstood
I I say say I say I say I say
B**ch bad, woman good Lady better, they misunderstood
(I'm killin' these b**ches)
B**ch bad, woman good
Lady better, they misunderstood
You're misunderstood (I'm killin' these b**ches) B**ch bad, woman good
Lady better, greatest motherhood
(I'm killin' these b**ches)
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(I'm killin' these b**ches) Yeah, now imagine a group of little girls nine through twelve On the internet watchin' videos listenin' to songs by themselves
