And it goes to the-la-la-la-la-la-la-la (uh, what?)
And it goes to-the-la-la-la-la-la-la (yes, uh, what?)
And it goes to the-la-la-la-la-la-la (what?)
And it goes to the-la-la-la-la-la-la (what?)
And goes
[Verse 1]
I just poured my drink all about his Mowalola
Everyone jumped my Motorola (Uh) in the air
With five bad girls in the Honda Civic (Honda Civic)
I feel like a lambo from the way I will take it (whip, the whip)
[Pre-Chorus]
I am not going to do nothing Diolino tonight (I don’t know)
I’m just trying to you tonight (yes)
Yes, I’m in a hurry, I’m going through the light
Yes, I’m running, haste, haste
[Chorus]
Meet me in the park, let’s get up
Small, we don’t have to talk much
I feel fun when I’m getting happy out of the window of your new Mercedes
I can be your bad girl, don’t treat myself like a lady
Small, meet me in the park, let’s get up
Small, we don’t have to talk much
I feel fun when I’m getting happy out of the window of your new Mercedes
I can be your bad girl, don’t treat myself like a lady
[Post-Chorus]
And it goes to the-la-la-la-la-la-la-la (uh, what?)
And it goes to-the-la-la-la-la-la-la (yes, uh, what?)
And it goes to the-la-la-la-la-la-la (what?)
And it goes to the-la-la-la-la-la-la (what?)
[Verse 2]
Wakin ‘up to bruises I don’t know how I got
How much did I blow last night? They are a lot
It seems like the rare, it drops the top in the rain
Let the party seem different from how I came
Don’t send me a message, I could come
You could get a four -leavee clover
See life flashing through the rear seat
I don’t want to stop
[Pre-Chorus]
I am not going to do nothing Diolino tonight (I don’t know)
I’m just trying to you tonight
[Chorus]
Meet me in the park, let’s get up
Small, we don’t have to talk much
I feel fun when I’m getting happy out of the window of your new Mercedes
I can be your bad girl, don’t treat myself like a lady
Small, meet me in the park, let’s get up
Small, we don’t have to talk much
I feel fun when I’m getting happy out of the window of your new Mercedes
I can be your bad girl, don’t treat myself like a lady
[Post-Chorus]
And it goes to the-la-la-la-la-la-la-la (uh, what?)
And it goes to-the-la-la-la-la-la-la (yes, uh, what?)
And it goes to the-la-la-la-la-la-la (what?)
And it goes to the-la-la-la-la-la-la (what?)
And goes
“Badgrrrl” is a carefree and high energy song that highlights the importance of living at the moment and embracing a rebellious attitude and lover of fun. The song, which blends the hybrid trap and the electro-pop, paints an image of Lisa in her “bad girl” person in which no caution is listened to. The texts perfectly balance between rebellion and playing, showing the thrill of the pause from anticipation.
In “Badgrrl”, Lisa sings on cars and escapes late night where he does not listen to rules, accelerating the city for infinite and worrying parties. The captivating hook, “la-la-la-la” is almost hypnotic, easily seductive to join the fun of Lisa.
