Bad Bad Bad Lyrics

Look, I ain't ever had to chase, but you got me in this race

You a ten in the face and barely got a waist

Let's get lost without a trace

Shit, I guess we call it fate

But are you, down for the cause?

Gotta know what you be on before I get involved

Show me that you better than these hoes, I'll cut them off

Yeah, told me that you end up blockin' calls

Shit you don't do (with me)

Puttin' myself in risky situations I don't do

You holdin' on to the trauma or have you grown through?

Cus' you reactin' like a kid but you're grown still

And I'ma flip you around this bed til' you hold still

Big stepper in the streets, Louboutin heels

Lil' miss independent pay her own bills

If she had a nigga, she'd live on her own still

Yeah, she bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad

She got the Maybach on her own

Put a down payment on a home

Long way from ATL, Georgia

Most of these niggas just can't afford you unless a Birkin hangin' off your shoulder, I got it

FaceTime's and missed calls

You be blowin' up my line when you pissed off

The sex is better when my clothes gettin' ripped off

And you're freaky when you're mad shoulda warned me

Round three, four, five in the mornin

I like how your body feel in the mornin

You gon' make me lose it all, shit I swear to God

You gon' make me cut em all off, I swear to God

I can't even fault you

Said you won't become obsessed, girl they all do

Bringing out the feminine, the soft you

Heard about my shit, the rumor's all true

That's why when I send a pin, you fall through, huh?

I ain't really worried about your past life

You can get a Birkin if you act right

I just want another night like last night

And promise me you won't get caught up in this fast life

Cus' you came long ways down to L.A

You be at Soho House, kickin' it like Pele

Blowin' up my phone, all I see is essays, but I love the headaches

I ain't ever had to chase, but you got me in this race

You a ten in the face and barely got a waist

Let's get lost without a trace

Shit, I guess we call it fate

But are you, down for the cause?

Gotta know what you be on before I get involved

Show me that you better than these hoes, I'll cut them off

Yeah, told me that you end up blockin' calls

Shit you don't do (with me)

Puttin' myself in risky situations I don't do

You holdin' on to the trauma or have you grown through?

Cus' you reactin' like a kid but you're grown still

And I'ma flip you around this bed til' you hold still

Big stepper in the streets, Louboutin heels

Lil' miss independent pay her own bills

If she had a nigga, she'd live on her own still

Yeah, she bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad

She got the Maybach on her own

Put a down payment on a home

Long way from ATL, Georgia

Most of these niggas just can't afford you unless a Birkin hangin' off your shoulder, I got it

Yeah, she bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad

Yeah, she bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad