BADGRRRL Lyrics by Lisa

[Intro: Lisa]
And it go la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la (Uh, what?)
And it go la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la (Yeah, uh, what?)
And it go la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la (What?)
And it go la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la (What?)
And it go

[Verse 1: Lisa]
I just spilled my drink all on his Mowalola
Everybody blowin' up my Motorola (Uh)
With five bad girls in the Honda Civic (Honda Civic)
Feels like a Lambo from the way I whip it (Whip, it, whip it)

[Pre-Chorus: Lisa]
I don't plan on doin' nothin' cool tonight (I don't, I don't)
I'm just tryna make my way to you tonight (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm in a rush, I'm runnin' through the light
Yeah, I'm in a rush, rush, rush

[Chorus: Lisa]
Meet me in the parkin' lot, let's turn up
Baby, we don't gotta talk a lot
It feels fun when I'm hangin' out the window of your new Mercedes
I can be your bad girl, don't treat me like a lady
Baby, meet me in the parkin' lot, let's turn up
Baby, we don't gotta talk a lot
It feels fun when I'm hangin' out the window of your new Mercedes
I can be your bad girl, don't treat me like a lady

[Post-Chorus: Lisa]
And it go la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la (Uh, what?)
And it go la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la (Yeah, uh, what?)
And it go la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la (What?)
And it go la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la (What?)

[Verse 2: Lisa]
Wakin' up to bruises I don't know how I got
How much did I blow last night? I'm guеssin' a lot
This feel like the 'Rari, drop the top in thе rain
Leave the party lookin' different than how I came
Don't text me, I might come over
You might get a four-leaf clover
See the life flash through the backseat
I don't feel like pullin' over

[Pre-Chorus: Lisa]
I don't plan on doin' nothin' cool tonight (I don't, I don't)
I'm just tryna make my way to you tonight

[Chorus: Lisa]
Meet me in the parkin' lot, let's turn up
Baby, we don't gotta talk a lot
It feels fun when I'm hangin' out the window of your new Mercedes
I can be your bad girl, don't treat me like a lady
Baby, meet me in the parkin' lot, let's turn up
Baby, we don't gotta talk a lot
It feels fun when I'm hangin' out the window of your new Mercedes
I can be your bad girl, don't treat me like a lady

[Post-Chorus: Lisa]
And it go la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la (Uh, what?)
And it go la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la (Yeah, uh, what?)
And it go la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la (What?)
And it go la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la (What?)
And it go