Down Bad
She a ten in the front
A sho ten in the back
Got me lookin' like damn
How you got it like that
She be gettin' to them racs
Said she wanna go to Saks
Might turn me to a simp
Got me lookin' down bad
Said she love me it's a trap
Gotta get me outta that
I won't fall for the trick no, no, no
Even if she hella stacked
If I hear you in the streets
Gotta let you run the track (She's a runner)
But let me see where you at
Its been a while need to smash it
Niggas hatin' it's fact
They ain't got it like that
Said they got it out the mud
I don't even see the tracks
She got a thing for this type
I'm the type that she like
I don't even gotta speak
I don't even gotta type it
I don't even gotta write it
Lil' momma she a psychic
Said she wanna be my side kick
I don't know should I try it
I don't know if I can trust her
She a thief when the night hits
Stole my heart then she knifed it
I knew I should've never wifed it
Ten in the front
A sho ten in the back
Got me lookin' like damn lil' momma
How you got it like that
She be gettin' to them racks
Said she wanna go to Saks
Go on girl do what you want
You can just hit me when you back
She a ten in the front
A sho ten in the back
Got me lookin' like damn
How you got it like that
She be gettin' to them racks
Said she wanna go to Saks
Might turn me to a simp
Got me lookin' down bad
I don't even feel lax, maybe I just need to sit back
Go and let you do what you do
Bet you come runnin' right back
I don't got time for the games
I'm not playin' for the practice
I swear you terrible at actin'
But you pretty and you packin'
You somethin' else you a package
Always singing that song, you a Savage
But you ratchet more than classy
Actin' boujee in the backseat
Tell the truth this is tragic
You ain't even really happy
What you buyin' ain't bright
You just wanna look flashy
You'd rather wait for the Uber, you won't stop a taxi
I guess you too good for that 'cause you snap and then say how it's trashy
When you get on that bottle I'm daddy
You chatty and then wanna shag me
I cannot lie this is hot but you not what I want
I just gotta move past it
Ten in the front
A sho ten in the back
Got me lookin' like damn lil' momma
How you got it like that
Is it too good to be true
Guess I didn't know you like that
Got me fallin' out of love
You ain't really have my back
She a ten in the front
A sho ten in the back
Got me lookin' like damn
How you got it like that
She be gettin' to them racks
Said she wanna go to Saks
Might turn me to a simp
Got me lookin' down bad
A sho ten in the back
Got me lookin' like damn
How you got it like that
She be gettin' to them racs
Said she wanna go to Saks
Might turn me to a simp
Got me lookin' down bad
Said she love me it's a trap
Gotta get me outta that
I won't fall for the trick no, no, no
Even if she hella stacked
If I hear you in the streets
Gotta let you run the track (She's a runner)
But let me see where you at
Its been a while need to smash it
Niggas hatin' it's fact
They ain't got it like that
Said they got it out the mud
I don't even see the tracks
She got a thing for this type
I'm the type that she like
I don't even gotta speak
I don't even gotta type it
I don't even gotta write it
Lil' momma she a psychic
Said she wanna be my side kick
I don't know should I try it
I don't know if I can trust her
She a thief when the night hits
Stole my heart then she knifed it
I knew I should've never wifed it
Ten in the front
A sho ten in the back
Got me lookin' like damn lil' momma
How you got it like that
She be gettin' to them racks
Said she wanna go to Saks
Go on girl do what you want
You can just hit me when you back
She a ten in the front
A sho ten in the back
Got me lookin' like damn
How you got it like that
She be gettin' to them racks
Said she wanna go to Saks
Might turn me to a simp
Got me lookin' down bad
I don't even feel lax, maybe I just need to sit back
Go and let you do what you do
Bet you come runnin' right back
I don't got time for the games
I'm not playin' for the practice
I swear you terrible at actin'
But you pretty and you packin'
You somethin' else you a package
Always singing that song, you a Savage
But you ratchet more than classy
Actin' boujee in the backseat
Tell the truth this is tragic
You ain't even really happy
What you buyin' ain't bright
You just wanna look flashy
You'd rather wait for the Uber, you won't stop a taxi
I guess you too good for that 'cause you snap and then say how it's trashy
When you get on that bottle I'm daddy
You chatty and then wanna shag me
I cannot lie this is hot but you not what I want
I just gotta move past it
Ten in the front
A sho ten in the back
Got me lookin' like damn lil' momma
How you got it like that
Is it too good to be true
Guess I didn't know you like that
Got me fallin' out of love
You ain't really have my back
She a ten in the front
A sho ten in the back
Got me lookin' like damn
How you got it like that
She be gettin' to them racks
Said she wanna go to Saks
Might turn me to a simp
Got me lookin' down bad
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Writer(s): Dylan Henson
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