Producer: Leo Justi

[Intro]
Bad girls do it well
(My—chest)
(Bad girls do it well)
(My—)
(My—)
(My—)
(Bad girls do it well)

[Chorus]
Live fast, die young, bad girls do it well
Live fast, die young, bad girls do it well
Live fast, die young, bad girls do it well
Live fast, die young, bad girls do it well
My chain hits my chest when I'm banging on the dashboard
My chain hits my chest when I'm banging on the radio

[Refrain]
Get back, get down
Pull me closer if you think you can hang
Hands up, hands tied
Don't go screaming if I blow you with a bang

[Verse 1]
Suki suki
I'm coming in the Cherokee gasoline
There's steam on the window screen take it, take it
Wheels bouncing like a trampoline
When I get to where I'm going, gonna have you trembling

[Interlude]
(My—)
(My—)
(My—)
(Banging on the dashboard)
My chain hits my chest when I'm banging on the dashboard
My chain hits my chest when I'm banging on the radio

[Refrain]
Get back, get down
Pull me closer if you think you can hang
Hands up, hands tied
Don't go screaming if I blow you with a bang

[Verse 2]
Yeah, back it, back it
Yeah pull up to the bumper game read the signal
Cover me, cause I'm changing lanes
I had a handle on it, my life, but I broke it
When I get to where I'm going, gonna have you saying it

[Chorus]
Live fast, die young, bad girls do it well
Live fast, die young, bad girls do it well
Live fast, die young, bad girls do it well
Live fast, die young, bad girls do it well

[Interlude]
(My—)
(My—)
(My—)
(Banging on the dashboard)
My chain hits my chest when I'm banging on the dashboard
My chain hits my chest when I'm banging on the radio

[Refrain]
Get back, get down
Pull me closer if you think you can hang
Hands up, hands tied
Don't go screaming if I blow you with a bang
Get back, get down
Pull me closer if you think you can hang
Hands up, hands tied
Don't go screaming if I blow you with a bang

[Chorus]
Live fast, die young, bad girls do it well
Live fast, die young, bad girls do it well
Live fast, die young, bad girls do it well
Live fast, die young, bad girls do it well

[Bridge]
(Bad, bad, bad, bang)
(Bad, bad, bad, bang)
(Bad, bad, bad, bang)
(Bad, bad, bad, bang)

[Outro]
(Bad, bad, bad, bang)
(Bad, bad, bad, bang)
(Bad, bad, bad, bang)
(Bad, bad, bad, bang)
Bad girls do it w-w-
Bad girls do it well

M.I.A.

One of the most musically-diverse and perplexing artists of the 2000s, Mathangi “Maya” Arulpragasam is arguably the decade’s best representation of Hip-Hop in its truest form and artistry in its broadest, most diverse format. Her lyrics are as political as Public Enemy, her sound is more eclectic than Stankonia-era Outkast, and she is as aesthetically-driven as Kanye West.

The road that M.I.A. was forced to travel to international stardom was not an easy one. Born on July 18th, 1975 in Hounslow, West London to Sri-Lankan Tamil immigrants, she moved to her parents' homeland when she was only six months old. However, it was the Sri Lankan Civil War which came to shape her childhood. During her formative years, she witnessed many her father was hunted as an enemy of the state, her schools were bombarded, and her impoverished family was constantly in hiding. In 1986, her family moved back to London to find stability and a sense of relative peace.

In England, she discovered her artistic talents and completed several years of secondary education in fine art – eventually gaining attention as a visual artist, painter, and musician. In the early-2000s, Maya began to seriously explore her musical talents and used the internet and underground radio as the means to build her reputation as a unique and talented firebrand. Amidst her no-nonsense politics, however, critics from around the world heard a talent in the making.