Bad Hoe Songtext
von Tom the Mail Man

Uh
One, two, three
My last song started with a bad hoe
Your past don′t matter, I was bad too
Yeah, I like my girls a lot a bit badder than yours
My last song started with a bad hoe
And yeah your ass got fatter, it was mad small
Girl, I'm not so sure that fucking with me is the cure

But if you want to, I don′t care
I won't keep waiting, come right here
You know I'm bad, you still won′t disappear
I′m loving this fame and it's grinding your gears, oh
Your last man said your special
And I said you′re a piece of shit
When it all falls down, when you come around
Just know I told you this


My last song started with a bad hoe
Your past don't matter, I was bad too
Yeah, I like my girls a lot a bit badder than yours, okay
My last song started with a bad hoe
Yeah, your ass got fatter, it was mad small
Girl, I′m not so sure that fucking with me is the cure

Don't make this mistake again
I′m here to fuck, I'm not your friend
I'm not your lover, not your man
So don′t come here searching for love again, uh
I understand you′re
Not up to speed, but
This isn't my fault, not up to me it′s
All up to you, you got beef with the streets
Bitch, you'll get it slowly, just know I told you this

My last song started with a bad hoe
Your past don′t matter, I was bad too
Yeah, I like my girls a lot a bit badder than yours, okay
My last song started with a bad hoe
Yeah, your ass got fatter it was mad small
Girl, I'm not so sure that fucking with me is the cure