H-Town got me feeling so throwed Spit fire and the world so cold Don’t, don’t play with her don’t be dishonest Aye, still not understanding this logic Aye, I’m back and I’m better I want you bad as ever Don’t let me just let up I want to give you better

I give it all that I got I get the cash and I flip it (yeah) I fuck the baddest bitches Young nigga scrape that pot (huh) Yeah, skrrt out the lot (huh) Life been movin' so fast Yeah, spend this cash (aye) I just been getting to my bag (huh) I just been

Say what, say what? You know what, you know what? It's all in the family. My dick is bigger than yours My band is bigger than yours Too bad I got your beans in my bag, stuck-up sucker, Korny Motherfucker', takin' over foes is the Limp pimp, need a Bizkit

As bad as it was, as bad as it hurt I thank God I didn’t get what I thought that I deserved Sometimes life leads you down a different road Someday you’ll see the reason why When you’re holding on to someone that you gotta let go Sometimes, yeah

Forget that boy, forget that boy You're holding back tears in your eyes Bad boy wanna fight but I never see him fighting for you He'll never realize what he's got Until it's gone and he'll lose you forever Girl you'll be alright, forget that boy You know

Pissin' on my watch, like I got a bad bladder I'm simply fuckin' with shawty because her ass fatter All red Bentley truck, Alpha, Kappa They're checkin' my profile, no pic, I'm still fresher You do the bag That's what we on? (Murda on the beat, that's

When a man gives you his hat, he's livin' on borrowed time I got a bad habit slowly sinkin' in I got a bad habit now slowly sinkin' in Got me hearin' voices, seein' through my skin The shoe fits so I wore it but I left one lace untied Just a bad habit

Franck Muller made me proud of my wrist New Patek on my wrist New Patek on my wrist (yeah) White diamonds and them shits hit pink (yeah, yeah) Got cold, had to go get a mink (yeah) New finger rings hit like a sink (yeah, yeah) You a bad bitch, then we

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

So you lookin' for a good man To hold you with some good hands I heard you lookin' for a good man Somebody get you through the bad land Just like you know your southern stars always gonna come back out I’ll give you everything I got like nobody else you