It's driving me mad I want you so bad I want you so bad, babe She's so heavy Heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy You know I want you so bad Yeah, she's so heavy

I don't wanna do it if it's not the real thing She don't wanna do it if you ain't got the bill paid Yeah, the real thing All my boss bitches know I got the bill Bad bitches and they want the real thing All my boss bitches know I got the bill, paid Fell

What you wanna do? I got that old thing back What you wanna see? Baby sing relax and feel What you did, where you are You're with a star Uh yeah, Bad Boy baby Ralph Tresvant Biggie Smalls

Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real How do you want it? How does it feel? How do you want it? How do you feel? Love the way you activate your hips and push your ass out Got a nigga wantin' it so bad I'm bout to

She don't lie, she don't lie, she don't lie cocaine If you want to hang out you've got to take her out cocaine If you want to get down, down on the ground cocaine If you got bad news, you want to kick them blues cocaine When your day is done and you want

It's you, it's you, it's all for you Everything I do I tell you all the time Heaven is a place on earth with you Tell me all the things you want to do I heard that you like the bad girls honey, is that true? It's better than I ever even knew They say

Bad bitch, bad bitch Show me you can handle this Now you got a bad bitch, show me you can handle this Say you want a bad bitch, baby, now you have it Now you got the baddest, show me you can handle this You say you want a bad bitch, baby, now you have it

High lights I need every bad bitch up in Equinox We only makin' the highlights Tell my baby I'm back in town Tell my mama, tell my mama, that I only want my whole life to only be highlights I need to know right now if you a freak or not I wanna know

If you want a bad boy then baby you got it Got a bad toy sittin' in the parkin' lot Take you to the wrong side of the tracks Baby you ain't gonna wanna come back 'Cause I'm a free bird and damn proud of it If you want a bad boy Want a bad boy You're a

Honey, I want you Yes I want you, so bad The guilty undertaker sighs The lonesome organ grinder cries The silver saxophones say I should refuse you The cracked bells and washed-out horns Blow into my face with scorn, but it’s Not that way, I wasn’t born