bad II
Yeah, huh
Yeah I'm back, yeah, yeah, I'm back
Huh
Back it up
Shake your butt
Baby what the fuck is up
Album two
Ante up
Bitch I'm back and I brought the funk
Like huh, fucked up, tell me what's up
If my fit not tip top I owe you a buck
Not sorry I wasn't listening!
I was busy making all these hits and em
Like ok damn
Yeah, I brought the facts
Flew to Panama to avoid some tax
Album all hits, baby, back to back
To back to back to back to bad!
Man talk all shit, c'mon
I got all of this and more
God gave me a microphone
I know you feel this, c'mon!
Man talk all shit, c'mon
I got all of this and more
God gave me a microphone
I know you feel this, c'mon!
Back it up
Shake your butt
Baby what the fuck is up
Album two
Ante up
Bitch I'm back and I brought the funk
Like huh
Okay, back it up
Can't tell me 'bad II' not bad enough
When I'm looking at you, I've had enough
Trust me, I'm way above average (ooh)
Stacks stack up like Lego
She just wanna uh
Without saying hello
They say that I'm way too mellow
But chant my name like it's an echo
Yeah, c'mon, c'mon
Mm, yeah, c'mon, c'mon
Huh, yeah, c'mon, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Man talk all shit, c'mon
I got all of this and more
God gave me a microphone
I know you feel this, c'mon!
Man talk all shit, c'mon
I got all of this and more
God gave me a microphone
I know you feel this, c'mon!
Album fucking two baby
Yeah, yeah, come on, come on
Yeah, come on, come on, huh
Yeah I'm back, yeah, yeah, I'm back
Huh
Back it up
Shake your butt
Baby what the fuck is up
Album two
Ante up
Bitch I'm back and I brought the funk
Like huh, fucked up, tell me what's up
If my fit not tip top I owe you a buck
Not sorry I wasn't listening!
I was busy making all these hits and em
Like ok damn
Yeah, I brought the facts
Flew to Panama to avoid some tax
Album all hits, baby, back to back
To back to back to back to bad!
Man talk all shit, c'mon
I got all of this and more
God gave me a microphone
I know you feel this, c'mon!
Man talk all shit, c'mon
I got all of this and more
God gave me a microphone
I know you feel this, c'mon!
Back it up
Shake your butt
Baby what the fuck is up
Album two
Ante up
Bitch I'm back and I brought the funk
Like huh
Okay, back it up
Can't tell me 'bad II' not bad enough
When I'm looking at you, I've had enough
Trust me, I'm way above average (ooh)
Stacks stack up like Lego
She just wanna uh
Without saying hello
They say that I'm way too mellow
But chant my name like it's an echo
Yeah, c'mon, c'mon
Mm, yeah, c'mon, c'mon
Huh, yeah, c'mon, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Man talk all shit, c'mon
I got all of this and more
God gave me a microphone
I know you feel this, c'mon!
Man talk all shit, c'mon
I got all of this and more
God gave me a microphone
I know you feel this, c'mon!
Album fucking two baby
Yeah, yeah, come on, come on
Yeah, come on, come on, huh
Credits
Writer(s): Garrett Hartnell
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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