Lyrics:
I got the blues for my baby left me by the San Francisco Bay,
The ocean liner's gone so far away.
Didn't mean to treat her so bad, she was
hella fine
Hella fine
Make me go wild
Super bad
Super bad
Make me so proud
Going state to state
Looking for a girl wanna fix my ways
Every single one been
keep your fake gratitude
Big problems I can't stay mad at you
Home girl, I got a lot of chicks that's bad as you
Now the world is my playpen
Girlies
catastrophe, yeah
And say now baby, baby don't cry
Baby, baby don't cry
Baby, baby here's why
Love is here standing by
Love is here standing by
Too bad
I'm gonna give you a love, child,
You won't feel bad again.
You've been mistreated, little girl,
But I swear, I swear it'll be outgrown.
You've
a real bad girl (bad girl, I try, I try)
I didn't mean for you to get hurt
(Whatsoever) we can make it better
And tell me, boy, now wouldn't that be
hangin' heavy on my hands
If I take a little pleasure and a little bit of love baby that don't makes me all bad
I've been high and I've been low and I've
Girl, you working with some ass yeah, you bad, yeah
Make a nigga spend the cash yeah, his bag, yeah
Girl, you working with some ass yeah, you bad
night
Thirty girls at my place
This gon' be a long night
This gon' be a long night
Champagne, paper planes
This gon' be a long night
Bad
Too bad we was thrown downstairs
You never got a chance to sing
We were quite polite
With one invite
To keep us off the street
So we mingled for
makes me laugh
You took me by surprise, I saw it in your eyes, I never had a chance, girl
Now that I see what you are, it doesn't hurt so bad
Everybody's talking bad about Ramona
They say she's changed a lot since I've been gone
They say she may not be too glad to see me
'Cause Ramona
Everybody knows especially you girls
That a love can be sad but my beloved's twice as bad
Now you kids do all agree that ain't the way it's supposed to be
flip flop, really nothing fancy
But get approached by a girl named Tammy
Who looked good enough to be Miss Miami
But say, since I'm her peeps call
Good girl turning bad now she got the bag
Good girl turning bad aint no going back
Good girl turning bad
Good girl turning bad
Work that pole like
and if I want to gamble
They want to jinx me and give me bad luck
So, I tell you it's a sin, people
The way I've been treated by my so called friends
This futon I crashed on in college, well it ain't all bad
But at least it don't smell like you
Patron up on the counter, well it ain't your red
Get your ass off the wall with your two left feet
It's real easy, just follow the beat
Don't let that fine girl pass you by
Look real close 'cause
Talkin' bout the bad girl
There was this girl in my neighborhood
I never thought but I knew that she would
School by day, but when it comes
for the moment
But I need you to stay by my side
I know you've heard about me
Bad things about me
Baby, please let me explain
I have kissed a few
the fifth amendment
We both criminals with bad intentions
They say time heals all
But if I can shortcut
My success, Corvettes by tomorrow
Why so sad?
DJ Khaled
I'll pick you up in my ride
Make sure you waitin' outside when I pull up
I told my niggas I can't slide (No, no)
Just to be right by
(Choo-choo, ahh, beep beep)
[(Choo-choo, ahh, beep beep)]
Bad girls (bad girls)
Talking about the sad girls (sad girls)
Sad girls (sad girls
that Tennessee stud
I had some trouble with my sweetheart's pa
And one of her brothers was a bad outlaw
I sent her a letter by my Uncle Fud
And I
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