Poppin' all this shit, need some tissue I can't trust a bitch 'cause I got issues Young rich nigga so official Next up, disrespectful, might offend you (woah) Bunch of bad broads on the menu Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through Next up,

I keep bad bitches all around me I got good drank, so my niggas and these bitches can't be straight They tryna down me But I don't give a fuck 'cause if my homies eatin', I'll always be straight They tryna clown me But I got blinders on and I see nothin'

Move too close, get caught up I'm in love with bad luck 'Cause I'm in love with bad luck So if you're gonna love me You gotta love deeper than that Now, if you're gonna leave me I'd hate for you to leave me a chance I'm in love with bad luck (I'm in love)

But I know I'm gonna get there someday Well its been a year and there so much to tell Been doing alright in spite of myself Just wish I could stop feeling bad when I pray Got that job I was dreaming about Sometimes its tough traveling around But who I

I love bad bitches that's my fuckin' problem (Problem) And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin' problem (True) If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it Hold up! Bitches simmer down (uh) Takin' hella

Boom, boom, boom Boy you look so sexy That you want I got that boom boom She fine, she fine Fine enough to blow your mind She bad, she bad Get on the floor and shake that ass

Something about Something about the boy There's just something about the boy He got me good I've got it bad He got me feeling like a girl gone mad Got me running around like I'm a lovefool Taking me down I can't stop He got me up

What we had were nothing but lessons I prepared you for her (damn) Didn't you turn out perfect? She must wanna thank me For leaving her with your best version You got all the bad out your system I taught you them then left with my reasons Now I'll be

I am done with you Tell me that the end is near Tell me that the end is here I am done with you (done with you) I count the days that we have spent apart I've got a bad liver and a broken heart So help me, save me, Help me, save me Help me, save me,

I've been used But I'm takin' it like a man I'm confused But I'm doin' the best that I can I've been tossed around plenty before I've had this heart of mine broken and more I can't find a reason for sure But I've gotten used to bad news