Bad (Freestyle)
Uh
I ain't tryna steal her heart
So undercover
But she needy from the start
I had to love her
She was easy I was hard
The way she teased me in the dark
That's the
Typa bullshit
That took it
Beyond lust
I'm E on fucks
But tryna keep it G on bucks
With neon guts
Ain't fvcking with what we don't trust
Told her that I need space like Elon Musk
It's all good baby less is more
I don't fight
I get less involved
And blessings call
& I be asking what they flexing for
Coz that shit ain't impressing broads
All I gotta do is press record
We contact with no text involved
It's all facts nigga rest assured
I set the score
I been getting cheques abroad
What's next is more
And I don't even know what I be stressing for
Yeah
And all I ever needed were the best accords
Catch me
I should have a muhfvcking cash reward
And all these other niggas doin' tax in court
Bish all I ever wanted was a
Imma treat her like a bad bitch
Thick thighs, with a cute smile
Hit it twice, and the third is my last time
I been nice, gave you more time
Take you all around the block
And show you more guys
I been told that she too ill
Take her dress off
And that shit ripped
She holding on like I got grip
Gave her all my juice
Now watch her take a sip
A bit melodramatic
Showing off her titties
And making gay niggas panic
Every time she see me
Up and down with all the crazy chicks
Put a ring on her finger
So you can prove she innocent
She can't cope with a no show
Imma leave her happy like its all a joke
I been told, that her man's broke
Treat her like a bad bitch
When i'm all blown
My mind is a palace
When i'm thinking of an interview
I stare at orange
Coz the pressure be up in me man
I'm shifting my knowledge
And the music be my hobby
While I'm serving a notice
Stay fit like I got gym
In a nutshell
Give you cracks
Like my name glass
In the low class
And i'm giving her more sex
With her broke ass
Now she down on my D
Watch her choke that
Sicker than a muhfvcker
Like that pussy drawn, imma need a rubber
She old school like its motown
Everytime she see me she be looking shocked
Gate-crash at a street bash
Got my street cred from a lap dance
I stay winning, got gimmicks
They mimic, my last sentence
I ain't tryna steal her heart
So undercover
But she needy from the start
I had to love her
She was easy I was hard
The way she teased me in the dark
That's the
Typa bullshit
That took it
Beyond lust
I'm E on fucks
But tryna keep it G on bucks
With neon guts
Ain't fvcking with what we don't trust
Told her that I need space like Elon Musk
It's all good baby less is more
I don't fight
I get less involved
And blessings call
& I be asking what they flexing for
Coz that shit ain't impressing broads
All I gotta do is press record
We contact with no text involved
It's all facts nigga rest assured
I set the score
I been getting cheques abroad
What's next is more
And I don't even know what I be stressing for
Yeah
And all I ever needed were the best accords
Catch me
I should have a muhfvcking cash reward
And all these other niggas doin' tax in court
Bish all I ever wanted was a
Imma treat her like a bad bitch
Thick thighs, with a cute smile
Hit it twice, and the third is my last time
I been nice, gave you more time
Take you all around the block
And show you more guys
I been told that she too ill
Take her dress off
And that shit ripped
She holding on like I got grip
Gave her all my juice
Now watch her take a sip
A bit melodramatic
Showing off her titties
And making gay niggas panic
Every time she see me
Up and down with all the crazy chicks
Put a ring on her finger
So you can prove she innocent
She can't cope with a no show
Imma leave her happy like its all a joke
I been told, that her man's broke
Treat her like a bad bitch
When i'm all blown
My mind is a palace
When i'm thinking of an interview
I stare at orange
Coz the pressure be up in me man
I'm shifting my knowledge
And the music be my hobby
While I'm serving a notice
Stay fit like I got gym
In a nutshell
Give you cracks
Like my name glass
In the low class
And i'm giving her more sex
With her broke ass
Now she down on my D
Watch her choke that
Sicker than a muhfvcker
Like that pussy drawn, imma need a rubber
She old school like its motown
Everytime she see me she be looking shocked
Gate-crash at a street bash
Got my street cred from a lap dance
I stay winning, got gimmicks
They mimic, my last sentence
Credits
Writer(s): Mpumelelo Moroe, Siphesihle Mphahlane
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