Bad Boy Lyrics

I just want some convo

I know you’re busy but just hit me when you can time is ticking you the bomb though

I been creeping on the instagram

Just to see ya when I can, please don’t be alarmed though

I’m doing everything except shooting my shot girl, I’m feeling like rondo

Kick it in to gear on em

MGM the clique slogan fly the lier on em

It was the jets, but I’m bougie up a step

Tony killed Manolo if Zonnie and I go left

It’ll only be to meet back up it’s to the death

It’s matters, it’s really tatted it’s Harlem just really backwards

For the women asking what happened I’m in to platters

Trying to link for cheese with teams that ain’t the packers

Exactly I’m back on that shit getting active

I’m just here to preach my shit pastor laxative

She tell me that I talk too crazy

I should watch how I talk to her

She tell me keep my hands to myself

Smack the booty on the walk through

I roll one get to puffing on the l

Now we floating like the hawks do

I pour a glass tell her sip that

Bite her neck till she kick back

Go Proven, go, go Proven go

Can’t stop now, straight to the top now

Go Proven, go, go, Proven go

You know me from before, took West End to detour

Go Proven go, go, Proven

And when you need a hit who you going get

Go Proven go, go, Proven

Here comes the brand new flavor in your ear

When shorty left I said F cupid and white coupe’d it

A few more stepped after that they all stupid

And I’m now running all mixy you shouldn’t have souped me

Feeling like a ice cream spoon, the way I’m scooping

Man, if I was richer I’d still be fucking bitches

Never needed a drug deal to flip a couple chickens man

Back when I was still in love with Brittani man

I mean way back, back when it was all simple man

Back when Mase was killing all the ladies with the dimples man

Back when he was going back and forth with the Jigga man

Reminiscing now my hood was like

The kitchen then ball-pen with it, if you catching then niggas pitching it

Shorty fell through, she throw it, I might slip in it

And I ain’t blaming that heartbreak I’m on some different shit

Until them wheels fall off, let’s keep it michelin

She tell me that I talk too crazy

I should watch how I talk to her

She tell me keep my hands to myself

Smack the booty on the walk through

I roll one get to puffing on the l

Now we floating like the hawks do

I pour a glass tell her sip that

Bite her neck till she kick back

Go Proven, go, go Proven go

Can’t stop now, straight to the top now

Go Proven, go, go, Proven go

You know me from before, took West End to detour

Go Proven go, go, Proven

And when you need a hit who you going get

Go Proven go, go, Proven

Here comes the brand new flavor in your ear