Yungen – Bad lyrics

Bad, that girl yeah she bad
That ain't my wife my nigga, but she gang
Badder than Al Capone smoking and drinking alcohol
Bad, that girl yeah she bad
That ain't my wife my nigga, but she gang
Badder than Al Capone smoking and drinking alcohol

No girl she ain't badder than, she ain't ever been through a bag of man
She can still roll Dixy Chicken shop with me
She don't care about no Hakkasan, she the baddest man
And that's so real, rolls with the gang 'cause she's so trill
Grab me some weed from a dealer, I tell her roll up, my boo knows how to bill
And that's why I'm fucking with her and that's why I'm rocking with her
She ain't ever going through my phone
And I got my trust up in her, yeah
She's too real, she be the girl that can call me whenever she wants me
And she knows I just be we just be G's

She bad, that girl yeah she bad
That ain't my wife my nigga, but she gang
Badder than Al Capone smoking and drinking alcohol
Bad, that girl yeah she bad
That ain't my wife my nigga, but she gang
Badder than Al Capone smoking and drinking alcohol

My girl bad like Ri-Ri-Ri
She never hide from the D-D-D
So anything she want, I go give give give
Anything she want, I go give give give
(Ahh, yeah)
She's the holster under safety to my gun
And when it's fist fights or it's gun fights in the streets she never ran
She dey hold me down
Feds knocking, she don't make a sound
Steady on the grind

Never shy to bust a lick of wine, so all night long I go give her
Good good love I can give her, she's all I want
She make me lose my mind, I tell you my girl bad

That girl yeah she bad
That ain't my wife my nigga, but she gang
Badder than Al Capone smoking and drinking alcohol
Bad, that girl yeah she bad
That ain't my wife my nigga, but she gang
Badder than Al Capone smoking and drinking alcohol

Bad, bestie bestie, she my rider
Yeah she got the main line and the Lyca
And when we riding out yeah she the driver
I pied 'nuf of the old tings just to pipe her
Girl when you come back to my crib
Best know your getting that good D
Yeah I got rap P and hood P, it might cost your whole bank account to book me
Knightsbridge, hook her up with grilled meat
She said she don't fuck with rappers, but I still beat
She said she wanna be more, I said we'll speak
I got TLC at home but I still creep
The good ones I turn them to the bad ones
The pretty ones I turn them to the mad ones
Mumma wants more grandkids, my bad mum
Giving her G's is what I call a grandson

Bad, that girl yeah she bad
That ain't my wife my nigga, but she gang
Badder than Al Capone smoking and drinking alcohol
Bad, that girl yeah she bad
That ain't my wife my nigga, but she gang
Badder than Al Capone smoking and drinking alcohol
Bad
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