Testo Bad for Me - Kevin Gates
Testo della canzone Bad for Me (Kevin Gates), tratta dall'album Contemporary Hip Hop
I ain't got no ego (P Crisco got that heat, boy)
I don't mind salutin' a nigga
Bad for me, yeah
(Ain't that DJ Chose over there?) Mm
Bad feelin' that she bad for me, yeah
Bad bitch, yeah, she talkin' to me
I got a bad feelin' that she bad for me (she bad)
Nigga try, he gon' die at the scene
I got a bad feelin' that she bad for me, yeah (she bad)
Bad bitch, yeah, she talkin' to me
I got a bad feelin' that she bad for me (oh, she bad)
Nigga try, he gon' die at the scene
I got a bad feelin' that she bad for me, yeah
My plug daughter, guess we fell in love when we first met
Told me they gon' kill me if I ever make her upset
Love being choked on her throat, havin' rough sex
Suck her toes, kiss her body, she ain't had enough yet
Hair long she exotic, we ain't breakin' up
If I ever disappoint her, I know how to make it up (make it up)
Graduated from the block, kitchen hard sales
Dangerously in love, and I'm plugged with the Cartel
No one loves you like I will (I will)
Feel like Yung Bleu 'cause you mine still (you mine)
Baby, tell me, what the fuck they know 'bout our love?
Our love is a fire inside, and it's burnin' forever (oh-oh)
Bad bitch, yeah, she talkin' to me
I got a bad feelin' that she bad for me (she bad)
Nigga try, he gon' die at the scene
I got a bad feelin' that she bad for me, yeah (she bad)
Bad bitch, yeah, she talkin' to me
I got a bad feelin' that she bad for me (oh, she bad)
Nigga try, he gon' die at the scene
I got a bad feelin' that she bad for me, yeah
Down south swag
Shoppin' Rodeo, designer tag coppin' (shoppin' designer)
Pop out, get out of line, put you on your back pockets (real life)
I admit it, I done took some sons from they mothers
Lord, forgive me, they was gassed up by they brothers
Metric ton loads, still dealin' with her mother
Private jet status
On the road, erotic sex haver
She say, "Yes, daddy"
Touch her soul, lookin' back at me
She told me me, "I'm forever yours, you the best at it"
No one loves you like I will, Feel like Yung Bleu 'cause you mine still (you mine)
Baby, tell me, what the fuck they know 'bout our love?
Our love is a fire inside, and, it's burnin' forever (oh-oh)
Bad bitch, yeah, she talkin' to me
I got a bad feelin' that she bad for me (she bad)
Nigga try, he gon' die at the scene
I got a bad feelin' that she bad for me, yeah (she bad)
Bad bitch, yeah, she talkin' to me
I got a bad feelin' that she bad for me (oh, she bad)
Nigga try, he gon' die at the scene
I got a bad feelin' that she bad for me, yeah
She bad for me
Bad for me
Our love is a fire inside and it's burnin' forever
Oh, bad feelin' that she bad for me, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Dotson, Norman Payne, Marcellus Gilyard, Frank Christopher Brandon, Dar Ion Allen Clark
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