(Be okay, be okay) And that's fucked up But as long as I got my family and my niggas everything'll be okay 'Cause everything, 'cause everything is okay Okay, okay, I'm a be okay My bad, I came in and fell straight asleep I'm tired as a mo' fucker It was

I like it, like it Come on, come on, come on 'Cause I may be bad, but I’m perfectly good at it Sex in the air, I don’t care, I love the smell of it Sticks and stones may break my bones But chains and whips excite me S, S, S and Na na na, come on, come

Name another nigga hot I'm just honest Gold bottles on bottles, I’m just honest A hundred thousand on watches I’m just honest Coupes all on coupes, I’m just honest I keep a gang of bad bitches with me too And we ain’t never going back to what we used to

How can I fix what I fucked up? How can I, how can I Yeah, I'm in trouble, can't stop what's coming My hands are frozen into chains behind my back So please don't swallow down the key, let me out now Can't blame this one on bad luck Iced out, got hot,

I'm tryin', I'm tryin' No, no, no, no Oh tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin' Not to think about you Not to give in to you Oh I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin' Guess I'm a bad liar Ooh you're taking up a fraction of my mind Ooh every time I watch you

But beautiful! Love is funny or it's sad, Or it's quiet or it's mad, It's a good thing or it's bad, Beautiful to take a chance And if you fall, you fall, And I'm thinking I wouldn't mind at all. Love is tearful or it's gay. It's a problem or it's play,

White Ferrari Bad luck to talk on these rides Mind on the road Your dilated eyes watch the clouds float Had a good time 16: how was I supposed to know anything? I let you out at Central I didn't care to state the plain Kept my mouth closed

You a tell me you bad, now a time 'fi you prove it Give it all to me So girl, I want you give it all to me Gyal the way you a whine, gyal you know say it groovy Dem ah pree, dem ah stare, dem ah watch like movie So prove it Like a dog me a roam

Well, maybe I'm reckless, maybe bad luck, Hell maybe I'm way too much about having fun I'll send you a postcard, send me your love, Just don't give up on me yet, I'm still growing up I spent a summer down south, working for the county, trying to save for

I just wanna fuck you You've got a husband who loves you No touching and rubbing girl Don't need you all in mine We can't be kissing and hugging girl You need to give him your quality time I just wanna fuck bad bitches All them nights I never had bitches