You Got it Bad
You got it bad when you hang up Then you call right back
You got it bad
You got it bad
You got it bad
You got it bad
You got it bad
Yeah you got it bad when you hang up
Then you call right back You got it bad
You got it bad
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You got it bad
You got it bad
You got it bad If you keep on hanging up I'm high as fuck and that flame straight flaming up
You say what, I don't even speak your language I'm trying fuck, you ain't even drop your number
She's 29 and she bad as fuck She walk a nigga to the back with her heels on
I got this bitch tight talking bout leave your wife I leave some money on the counter, you can keep that
Where my heart at? You can't have that But can I smash that? I'm just really asking
Pretty face and this girl got an accent Ain't no accident the way I handle it
You call my phone and you hanging up I ain't calling you back so why you staying up
Said I ain't calling you back so why you staying up
You got it bad when you hang up Then you call right back
You got it bad
You got it bad
You got it bad
You got it bad
You got it bad
Yeah you got it bad when you hang up
Then you call right back You got it bad
You got it bad
You got it bad
You got it bad
You got it bad
You got it bad when you hang up Then you call right back
When you feel in your body you find somebody who Make you change your ways like hanging with your crew
So you act like you ready but you don't really know And that nigga in your past you wanna let him go
Fucked on your crew before you knew before you Beautiful Shout out to my jeweler though, now that nigga ya jeweler hoe
Big stones in that bracelet, this blunt they laced it I didn't know how you didn't taste it
DJ put it in rotation twice, they put it on repeat just to take yo life I couldn't be there when you lost your life I told you niggas were looking for you they say life ain't long for ya rest in peace my homie
Even though you sleeping I be in the car creeping
Real niggas don't call no niggas Just put hands on pistols
Really make me no difference Really try to keep my distance
But you keep on dissing Dissing, dissing, dissing, dissing
You got it bad when you hang up Then you call right back
You got it bad, You got it bad You got it bad, You got it bad
You got it bad Yeah you got it bad
When you hang up Then you call right back
You got it bad, you got it bad, you got it bad You got it bad, you got it bad
You got it bad
You got it bad
You got it bad
You got it bad
You got it bad
You got it bad
Yeah you got it bad when you hang up
Then you call right back You got it bad
You got it bad
You got it bad
You got it bad
You got it bad
You got it bad If you keep on hanging up I'm high as fuck and that flame straight flaming up
You say what, I don't even speak your language I'm trying fuck, you ain't even drop your number
She's 29 and she bad as fuck She walk a nigga to the back with her heels on
I got this bitch tight talking bout leave your wife I leave some money on the counter, you can keep that
Where my heart at? You can't have that But can I smash that? I'm just really asking
Pretty face and this girl got an accent Ain't no accident the way I handle it
You call my phone and you hanging up I ain't calling you back so why you staying up
Said I ain't calling you back so why you staying up
You got it bad when you hang up Then you call right back
You got it bad
You got it bad
You got it bad
You got it bad
You got it bad
Yeah you got it bad when you hang up
Then you call right back You got it bad
You got it bad
You got it bad
You got it bad
You got it bad
You got it bad when you hang up Then you call right back
When you feel in your body you find somebody who Make you change your ways like hanging with your crew
So you act like you ready but you don't really know And that nigga in your past you wanna let him go
Fucked on your crew before you knew before you Beautiful Shout out to my jeweler though, now that nigga ya jeweler hoe
Big stones in that bracelet, this blunt they laced it I didn't know how you didn't taste it
DJ put it in rotation twice, they put it on repeat just to take yo life I couldn't be there when you lost your life I told you niggas were looking for you they say life ain't long for ya rest in peace my homie
Even though you sleeping I be in the car creeping
Real niggas don't call no niggas Just put hands on pistols
Really make me no difference Really try to keep my distance
But you keep on dissing Dissing, dissing, dissing, dissing
You got it bad when you hang up Then you call right back
You got it bad, You got it bad You got it bad, You got it bad
You got it bad Yeah you got it bad
When you hang up Then you call right back
You got it bad, you got it bad, you got it bad You got it bad, you got it bad
You got it bad
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Writer(s): Trust Hodges
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