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