Released: July 31, 2012

Featuring: Rye Rye Missy Elliott

[Intro: M.I.A.]
Bad girls do it well
Bad girls do it well
Bad girls do it well
Live fast, die young bad girls do it well

[Verse 1: Missy Eliott]
Okay okay they call me Missy Miss, bad bitch
No one mad like the average
Don't you ever try to come for me
She get smashes like ham sandwiches
Scandalous, vandalous, M.I.A. they can't handle this
We on fire like candlestick
And get the crowd pumped up like asses
Money in my pocket and I bounce like hydraulic
And the beat be so retarded makes me kicking like karate
Roll, got that flow make that freaks wanna get down low
Get down low make em touch them toes
I got them flows ain't you worry foe
Gravity gravity dj's play the hit
Classical, epicness M.I.A. we too legit

[Hook: M.I.A.]
My chain hits my chest when I'm bangin'-bangin'
When I'm bangin'
My chain hits my chest when I'm bangin' on the radio

[Refrain: M.I.A.]
Hands back, get down
Pull me closer if you think you can hang
Hands back, get down
Pull me closer if you think you can hang

[Bridge: Rye Rye]
Suki-s-s-suki
Bitches is rookies
These bitches is rookies
Suki-s-s-suki
Bitches is rookies
These bitches is rookies
Suki-s-s-suki
Bitches is rookies
These bitches is rookies
Suki-s-s-suki
Bitches is rookies

[Verse 2: Rye Rye]
These bitches is Sukis-Suki
These bitches is rookies-rookies
I'm so hard they wanna cook me
Cook me, cook-cook-cook me
Cook these cookies
I get what I want, I'mma bad girl
I'mma bad girl, I'mma bad girl, I get what I want
No Ashton Kutcher, but you ‘bout get punk'd
'Bout get punk’d
Well bitch nigga
Don't be saying nothing to me
Cause we so bad
We play so bad
Girls in the back
Tell 'em "Bitch, keep playing!"
Bad girls ride it
Good girls park it, all my bad girls live it
While you whack bitches is talking

[Refrain: M.I.A.]
Hands back, get down
Pull me closer if you think you can hang
Hands back, get down
Pull me closer if you think you can hang

[Verse 3: M.I.A.]
F-f-f-f-face it, let's face it
If your paper, then I chase it
Got magazine? I'll grace it
If you got it, you can't place it
You could fill spacer, you're a car racer
You get it, then I could I'm a big buster
I got it, I got-got it
I got-got it on my bullet
So pull it, push my button
Damn it, push my button now
I got it, I got-got it
I got-got it on my bullet
So pull it, push my button
Damn it, push my button now
DNA, go trace it, story, I face it
The future authority, here it go crazy
It's not about intelligence, please don't get all confused
I'm a bad bitch, and I'm a big buster

[Hook: M.I.A.]
My chain hits my chest when I'm bangin'-bangin'
When I'm bangin'
My chain hits my chest when I'm bangin' on the radio

[Outro]
Bad girls do it well
Bad girls do it well
Bad girls do it well
Live fast—
Live fast die young bad girls—
Bangin'-bangin'
When I'm bangin'
Bang-ba-bang
Bangin'-ba-bangin', bangin'
When I'm bangin'
My chain hits my chest
Bangin'-bangin'
When I'm bangin'
Bang-ba-bang
Bangin'-ba-bangin', bangin'
When I'm bangin'
My chain hits my chest

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.