“Badgrrrl” is Track 10 from Alter Ego. This high-energy track taps into Lisa’s rebellious side, with bold beats and powerful lyrics.
It’s an anthem for anyone who embraces their boldness and individuality, encouraging listeners to step into their power and own their confidence.
BADGRRRL LISA LYRICS
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
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)
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
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
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?)
Wakin’ up to bruises I don’t know how I got
How much did I blow last night? I’m guessin’ a lot
This feel like the ‘Rari, drop the top in the Range
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
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
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
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
