Bad(Fiend)
Yeah I want it bad
Yeah I gotta have it
I'm so-I'm so bad with my habits
I'm so bad
Throw it in the-throw it in the-throw it in the trash
I'm so bad, fill manila envelopes all up with dirty cash
Let-let me take a stab
Let me take-let me take a-let me take a half
I'm so I'm-I'm-I'm so
What you need I could snag it
If I don't got what you seek my man gon' have it
Don't matter what you want, like DMT my man extract it
And I've been coughing up a lung, smoke too much tree I got bad habits
I gotta fiend off of that shit, she a fiend I hit her once now she been pleading me to smash it
You want a piece go and grab it, me and Taz just blew a couple G's out in Manhattan
Was going down the wrong path
Spiraled up was down bad
Late nights at the tracks
Jester wear a hat
Ion cry man I laugh
Don't run from your past
Let-let it come back
Let-let me in-let me in the back
Check-check me if-check me if I'm bad
Catch-catch me if you-catch me if you can
Yeah I want it bad
Yeah I gotta have it
I'm so-I'm so bad with my habits
I'm so bad
Throw it in the-throw it in the-throw it in the trash
I'm so bad, fill manila envelopes all up with dirty cash
Let-let me take a stab
Let me take-let me take a-let me take a half
I'm so I'm-I'm-I'm so
When I leave my bros I tell 'em I love 'em
My bro told me she's a skeezer, can't even believe he had to tell me leave her and dub her
Man that hoe straight fiending for some weed and some money (check it)
Rich kid, I still stick to the gutters
Not like them white folks that stick to the suburbs
I'm like that light toast, lil golden-brown from the heat I was under
I ain't from round, but I'm down this ain't a fleece it's a bubble (get me)
If you ain't got it don't stress it, you ain't got it to flex it
I'm trained to spot a synthetic, know rocks like Evanescence
Don't think I'll ever learn my lesson I need my seventh heaven
I'll burn off the ends of my extensions like clips in the trenches
Yeah I gotta have it
I'm so-I'm so bad with my habits
I'm so bad
Throw it in the-throw it in the-throw it in the trash
I'm so bad, fill manila envelopes all up with dirty cash
Let-let me take a stab
Let me take-let me take a-let me take a half
I'm so I'm-I'm-I'm so
What you need I could snag it
If I don't got what you seek my man gon' have it
Don't matter what you want, like DMT my man extract it
And I've been coughing up a lung, smoke too much tree I got bad habits
I gotta fiend off of that shit, she a fiend I hit her once now she been pleading me to smash it
You want a piece go and grab it, me and Taz just blew a couple G's out in Manhattan
Was going down the wrong path
Spiraled up was down bad
Late nights at the tracks
Jester wear a hat
Ion cry man I laugh
Don't run from your past
Let-let it come back
Let-let me in-let me in the back
Check-check me if-check me if I'm bad
Catch-catch me if you-catch me if you can
Yeah I want it bad
Yeah I gotta have it
I'm so-I'm so bad with my habits
I'm so bad
Throw it in the-throw it in the-throw it in the trash
I'm so bad, fill manila envelopes all up with dirty cash
Let-let me take a stab
Let me take-let me take a-let me take a half
I'm so I'm-I'm-I'm so
When I leave my bros I tell 'em I love 'em
My bro told me she's a skeezer, can't even believe he had to tell me leave her and dub her
Man that hoe straight fiending for some weed and some money (check it)
Rich kid, I still stick to the gutters
Not like them white folks that stick to the suburbs
I'm like that light toast, lil golden-brown from the heat I was under
I ain't from round, but I'm down this ain't a fleece it's a bubble (get me)
If you ain't got it don't stress it, you ain't got it to flex it
I'm trained to spot a synthetic, know rocks like Evanescence
Don't think I'll ever learn my lesson I need my seventh heaven
I'll burn off the ends of my extensions like clips in the trenches
Credits
Writer(s): Dylan Silver
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