BAD GAL NOVA Lyrics

You were a dream I had

But each time I made you mad

And each time you made me sad

We'd just start moving on

You said you'd marry me

And we ended scarily

Fuck all that lover shit

Soon as you're scaring me

I give it all to you

Late nights I'm calling you

Say you're in love with me

I'll risk it all for you

You want a bad girl

That's what you're talking to

You're such a sad girl

Let me take that off you

Running all these beats like the lean that I sip

Treat me like a queen or this Glock to your lip

I don't give a fuck, keep it tucked on my hip

If you running up, leave him dead in a ditch

Yeah, I'm Xella red, and the meds what I sip

All you bitches dead, nigga, come take a pic

Really in the flesh with the beam and the clip

Talking out yo neck, then I'll rip you to bits

You like it scary

You wanna scare me

You like it scary

You wanna scare me

You like it scary

You wanna scare me

You like it scary

You wanna scare me

But I'd give it all to you

Late nights I'm calling you

Say you're in love with me

I'll risk it all for you

You want a bad girl

That's what you're talking to

You're such a sad girl

That needs to get off you

Running all these beats like the lean that I sip

Treat me like a queen or this Glock to your lip

I don't give a fuck, keep it tucked on my hip

If you running up, leave him dead in a ditch

Yeah, I'm Xella red, and the meds what I sip

All you bitches dead, nigga, come take a pic

Really in the flesh with the beam and the clip

Talking out yo neck, then I'll rip you to bits

Talkin' crazy, you ain't doing shit

You talkin' crazy, you ain't doing shit

Talking crazy, you ain't doing shit

You talkin', you talkin' crazy, you ain't doing shit

You talkin' crazy, you ain't doing shit

Why the fuck you talkin' crazy, you ain't doing shit

You talkin' crazy, you ain't doing shit

You talkin, you talkin' crazy, you ain't doing shit

Running all these beats like the lean that I sip

Treat me like a queen or this Glock to your lip

I don't give a fuck, keep it tucked on my hip

If you running up, leave him dead in a ditch

Yeah, I'm Xella red, and the meds what I sip

All you bitches dead, nigga, come take a pic

Really in the flesh with the beam and the clip

Talking out yo neck, then I'll rip you to bits