My Bad Songtext
von KenTheMan
My Bad Songtext
B always got something to say
Got Ken the mother f man in this b
B always tryna talk what they don′t know about
I be chillen front them n you be showing out (stupid b)
I be dressing like I'm going out
Drop that n he was sorry but I′m glowing now
Yea (mm) oooweee
I blewed up now everybody know me
I don't got feelings he just give me money
I saved his number under ooo he want me
Model type thats what they like (bad b)
Still thuggin n never get it right
B borrow they gone copy they gone bitе (they gone copy)
But they swеar they did it first
Yea ight (b please)
I don't get along with b shit my bad (in my bag)
That′s all you gotta do to get
These b mad (ain′t no tag)
Pull up on a b cuz I don't do the at′s
(You know I'm nasty) Don′t eat my p less
Do it from the back
Ay I ain't got beef with these b for what
Be ugly as f and they can′t keep a n for nothing (stupid a h)
B be bitter and we ain't event got to the summer
Blocking the come up cuz they stand to see a b one up (whaaat)
Last place you h earned that spot
F these h pull h and turn h out
Cool a b walk through the temp gone drop
I'm a smooth talker like the car I drive
Ay and I don′t wanna be his b I′m in these streets
No jay walking this Baleci's on the feet
See you b sending shots but they be cheap
They be friendly when I see them but be bullies in they tweets
I don′t get along with b s my bad (in my bag)
That's all you gotta do to get
These b mad (ain′t no tag)
Pull up on a b cuz I don't do the at′s
(You know I'm nasty) Don't eat my p less
Do it from the back (do it from the back)
Less you do it from the back
N want my time
I gotta tax
Got all his new b mad
Cuz he keep coming
Coming back coming back
But I don′t want him
Yea I′m off him I ain't on him
Getting high I′m a stoner
Ay cuz roll that shit up
Got Ken the mother f man in this b
B always tryna talk what they don′t know about
I be chillen front them n you be showing out (stupid b)
I be dressing like I'm going out
Drop that n he was sorry but I′m glowing now
Yea (mm) oooweee
I blewed up now everybody know me
I don't got feelings he just give me money
I saved his number under ooo he want me
Model type thats what they like (bad b)
Still thuggin n never get it right
B borrow they gone copy they gone bitе (they gone copy)
But they swеar they did it first
Yea ight (b please)
I don't get along with b shit my bad (in my bag)
That′s all you gotta do to get
These b mad (ain′t no tag)
Pull up on a b cuz I don't do the at′s
(You know I'm nasty) Don′t eat my p less
Do it from the back
Ay I ain't got beef with these b for what
Be ugly as f and they can′t keep a n for nothing (stupid a h)
B be bitter and we ain't event got to the summer
Blocking the come up cuz they stand to see a b one up (whaaat)
Last place you h earned that spot
F these h pull h and turn h out
Cool a b walk through the temp gone drop
I'm a smooth talker like the car I drive
Ay and I don′t wanna be his b I′m in these streets
No jay walking this Baleci's on the feet
See you b sending shots but they be cheap
They be friendly when I see them but be bullies in they tweets
I don′t get along with b s my bad (in my bag)
That's all you gotta do to get
These b mad (ain′t no tag)
Pull up on a b cuz I don't do the at′s
(You know I'm nasty) Don't eat my p less
Do it from the back (do it from the back)
Less you do it from the back
N want my time
I gotta tax
Got all his new b mad
Cuz he keep coming
Coming back coming back
But I don′t want him
Yea I′m off him I ain't on him
Getting high I′m a stoner
Ay cuz roll that shit up
Writer(s): Kentavia Miller, Logan Jefferson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

