Bad lyrics
by Wiz Khalifa
[Chorus: Yung Bleu]
You know you bad
You got a n*gga that ain't really workin' out and you claim that he do you bad
You say he do you bad
And I'ma f*ck you down in the pad, Gucci kicks
Young rich n*gga and you know that I'm the sh*t
Young rich n*gga and you know that I'm the sh*t
And you know that I'm the sh*t, ooh ooh
[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
Young fly n*gga, I won't never land
Young fly b*tch, she like poppin' bands, uh
She gon' pop that pus*y, she don't pop no xans, oh
I be poppin' sh*t and I pop rubber bands, yeah
I was poppin' sh*t before my first advance
Ayy see I probably f*cked his b*tch, that's why lil homie mad, yeah
I probably told that b*tch don't want no strings attached, yeah
I know I told that b*tch that I ain't comin' back, yeah
Uh uh, shoppin' bag, we don't never brag, yeah
Put my lil one in the 'Bach, we don't do the Jags
Ayy this a Maybach back, this ain't no Louis bag
f*ck her in a Gucci rag, I been in my Gucci bag, yeah yeah
[Chorus: Yung Bleu]
You know you bad
You got a n*gga that ain't really workin' out and you claim that he do you bad
You say he do you bad
And I'ma f*ck you down in the pad, Gucci kicks
Young rich n*gga and you know that I'm the sh*t
Young rich n*gga and you know that I'm the sh*t
And you know that I'm the sh*t, ooh ooh
[Verse 2: Yung Bleu]
Young fly n*gga and I need a fly b*tch
You ain't tryna f*ck, I tell that ho bye b*tch
Don't nobody know, we gotta keep it private
One thing about this b*tch, she know how to ride di*k, yeah
I got some issues with this love and this trust sh*t
Some b*tches gon' f*ck over you so watch who you f*ck with
These n*ggas gon' f*ck over you so watch who you f*ck with
Go to war with the world when it comes to my young b*tch
I ain't trippin' 'bout no money, got some racks on me
Won't you bend it over, bring it back on me
I ain't trippin' 'bout no money, got some racks on me
Won't you bend it over, bring it back on me, yeah
[Chorus: Yung Bleu]
You know you bad
You got a n*gga that ain't really workin' out and you claim that he do you bad
You say he do you bad
And I'ma f*ck you down in the pad, Gucci kicks
Young rich n*gga and you know that I'm the sh*t
Young rich n*gga and you know that I'm the sh*t
And you know that I'm the sh*t, ooh ooh
[Verse 3: YFN Lucci]
Tryna f*ck me raw, b*tch where they do that at? yeah
Told that b*tch that she can't f*ck if she don't suck on that, yeah
Go'n and jump on that, yeah, I need front and back, yeah
I need front and back, yeah, I ain't gon' front on that
Oh, I need head and tails, need me a Cinderella
She canary yellow, drippin' on me ass up
Go'n put them legs up, girl let me bless you
I got somethin' to tell you
[Chorus: Yung Bleu]
You know you bad
You got a n*gga that ain't really workin' out and you claim that he do you bad
You say he do you bad
And I'ma f*ck you down in the pad, Gucci kicks
Young rich n*gga and you know that I'm the sh*t
Young rich n*gga and you know that I'm the sh*t
And you know that I'm the sh*t, ooh ooh