Lyrics:
fighting thru that pain
You the only one that had me dawg
She a bad, bad, bish
She turning up all in traffic
Pretty Young Thang in a fast whip
Ain’t trust
changin' my attitude (uh-huh)
Lil' Ton you know that I love you forever, could never be mad at you (for real)
You ain't wanna win, as bad as I want you
bloody,
Looks like she caught you with a bad one for messin with da mad one.
Told you bout this girl before, you didn't listen to me.
As I talk, now
(bad, bad)
Got this Spanish lil' mama, like to drink Corona
But you can have her, she gon' instantly bend it over
Cuffin' bitches, I ain't worried
a metaphor, I figured you would get the picture
Shawty bad, she a ten, blowing gas in Virgina
Express pass, had to get it, you ain't get the picture?
Bad
peewees
I can tell that bitch ain't bout shit
That hoe just runnin' her mouth (Bitch)
Yea you in the club rockin' true but
You still stay in you mama house
that bag that's on her wishlist but she want my dick for Christmas
You can find me in the house, off the pills and a couple swishers
Roll off that molly,
wha, I ain't the pa
You're a sack chasin' cock tastin' biznite
You're never gonna amount to anythin' but a biznite
'Cause all I want to do is hit
it
You snitching on me 'cause the both y’all scared, like “B. that nigga Jaey on it”
Bitch aborted my baby ain’t no pressure for it, she’ll lie ‘bout
can't take it)
Damn, she bad, but she know it (Damn, she bad, but she know it)
Damn, she bad, but she know it (Damn, she bad, but she know it)
When you
ain't know you was with the shit
I took a chance to become what I thought I could (Could)
I took a chance but it didn't do me any good
My favorite sport
him so bad
He said, "Baby, Mama, why?" That's all he could say
That's all he could say
He was hurt
But she said, "Oh, go on fool, you're doing it,"
Sending me love emoji's from the heart
Tryna be funny but I ain't Kevin Heart
She don't wanna look she want it from the back
She bad and bougie
Sending me
yo the ting long
She a go back and fourth just like ping pong
Everyday she come by the crib for the King Kong
She a say that she love me but ion give
me in Atlanta station just my twist her
Pull up in the Aston, Martin
Bad bitch, sorry
You can't even call or get my digits
She gorgeous
Came in my life
you people
You know my style already scorpion, she stings, she lethal
I ain't even got no patience for your bullshit I can see through
I get bored
know a killer (Know some killers)
Kin to Fowlers' but you know I gotta rep the Millers' (Miller gang)
High School, I could've been a drug dealer (Selling
ain't gonna sugar coat this
Mans doing his ting and i can see that you've noticed
And you was doubting me before aye you must be so pissed
But g it's
dead|Anything in the field, on the trap,|Rat rat, drop like led|Who is that your friend, and she kinda cute|She ain't got that booty that hit booming like you
girl, oh, oh, oh, woah
Bitch came through
You know what I'm saying?
She was bad as shit, she was bad as shit
Man, I'm telling you, man
I'm telling you
It's like you don't even care, don't even care, no
I ain't gon' let this opportunity pass me by, pass me by, no
Cuz what am I gonna do when I die
So you can lay me down
Pull it out and let me taste right now
I admit she bout her business she ain't a hoe
Shawty got dough
Don't fuck with women
She don't dance but she dance for me
She ain't even tryna get these bands from me
Rollie shining, that means it's bands to get
Shawty play your
her
She get mad just 'cause I want options
And nah, I ain't finna take the lil' bitch shoppin' (hell nah)
I'm young and I'm poppin', you nothin' but
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