Lyrics:
Tell me that it's okay
You know it's not okay
We just talking shit
It's all part of the foreplay
I know you don't love me no more
I can tell by
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
of the bus
And the roadies on me but I tell them don't touch yo
Listen up, about to tell you about a bad motherfucker
Goes by GANT he's a man he's a savage but
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
close
Know what it’s like to be without it
She went ghost
Fuck that bitch she did the most
I checked her posts she doin
Bad let’s make a toast
I hope she
They can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses
And bombin' churches
I get more pussy by accident than
Most niggas get on purpose
I
What?
Uh
The Bad
Yeah
The Evil
The Bad (yo, yo, yo)
The Evil
Put 'em together
Yo, if it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothin' to strip
If
What?
Uh
The Bad
Yeah
The Evil
The Bad (yo, yo, yo)
The Evil
Put 'em together
Yo, if it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothin' to strip
If
Tell me that it's okay
You know it's not okay
We just talking shit
Its all part of the foreplay
I know you don't love me no more
I can tell by
the fuck you mean that it's just a bad day
What the fuck you mean it's not going my way
What the fuck you mean that a bullet to the brain ain't do a damn
get to the top of the mountain
I'll be the one that's struck by lightning baby
Another one to stay
I guess it's just bad luck
Bad luck
The pencil
the floors, by the elevator doors
That's the last thing that I saw
Damn, we plan to make grands of our home
(Number two)
Jagged edge, rockin' God, hard
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-huh
Slim thick, she the model type, bad as fuck she wanna get me high
Come through like a drive-by, she suckin' dick, shit I
eyes on heads, staring viciously ahead
At the victims bleeding red while they're living on the edge
Bad thoughts talking for ya but it wasn't what you
you can tell by my face boy
That bad bitch she call me hellboy
Bitches want my dick they can call my cell, boy
I just wanna bitch I can call my playboy
on the brain
Don’t wanna keep thinking about it, but it’s got me feeling this way
I feel like I just can’t live without it, I don’t wanna live without it
If I
lose my sadness
It's deeper than that
Help me get off my mattress
I'm crippled by sadness
What is hope, can I catch it?
I've got a bad brain
Everyone
Within my brain it's insane
Whilst my brain in my brain
Is the one and the same
I was sane yet not sane
When my brain misfires in membrane
I go
babe
Without you, babe
I'll let you grab me by the hair
And I don't even care who hears me scream and shout
Uh-huh, hmm, hmm
Is that my cue?
I'm
Kickstand you
Quicksand you
Dick stand I
This bad I
Flipped that B to an A and
Bad for the brand but it’s great for the brain yeah
Too busy hiding
All I ever wanted was a bad bitch and alotta loot pistol by my side
In case I got to shoot all I ever wanted was a bad bitch and alotta loot pistol by
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
shoved in their face
And it's a disgrace Hailie can't play with her toys
In the front yard without you drivin' by, honkin' your horn
Screamin' some
The likes of me, F-you-D-G-E brains compete
Wit CP0-three's intelligence
Accompanied by Mike Z-double-O-T
Shabaam Sahdeeq, Skam, Kweli, and Spinna
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