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My Bad

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My Bad

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Get max to pull up

Folks gon' come back and catch this shit

Baby whatcha on? (Whatcha on?)

Yeah, yeah (bitch)

Check my drip (yeah)

Check my steez (yeah)

That's your bitch on her knees (yeah, yeah)

I do whatever I want, yeah (yeah, uh-huh)

I do as I please (uh-huh, uh-huh)

Fuck your bitch then I leave (uh-huh, uh-huh)

On her Gucci purse, I skeet (uh-huh, yeah)

Did I say purse? I meant shirt (uh-huh, oh)

I was aimin' for her teeth (uh-huh)

Young rich nigga, that's for sure (uh-huh)

All these niggas, in disbelief (uh-huh, yeah)

When I fuck on a freak like Mia Khalif' (uh-huh, yeah)

I'm smoking that tree like Wiz Khalif' (uh-huh, yeah)

Free smoke, my niggas are chimneys (uh-huh, yeah)

Pour a four of thе red, the remеdy (uh-huh, yeah)

Relapse on meds, some in my hand (uh-huh, uh-huh)

What in the hell's gotten into me? (uh-huh, uh-huh)

Uh, lean, pour it up (yeah, yeah)

Take the pill, don't throw it up

Uh, yeah, Perc me up (yeah, yeah)

Ain't no thing such as scratchin' enough

Uh, yeah, baby girl, I'm sorry (yeah, yeah)

You hate it when I'm high, but I can't help it

Ballin' like the Celtics (I was ballin' like the celtics)

Used to sell packs, I smelt it, I dealt it

Two-tone skelly ap, it's meltin' (gleam, gleam)

Fuck your Rollie, I could buy that by the dozen (nigga, fuck your rollie)

Got your bitch heart meltin' (yeah, got that bih' heart meltin')

Had a big heart, now it's meltin' (now it's melted)

I got a confession, it's embarrassing (it's embarrassing)

I ain't know that was yo' bitch that I was nailing (I ain't know that was yo' bitch)

My fault, my bad

That's a bitch that we damn near all had

My fault, my bad, my bad

I been in my bag

That's your bitch on her knees

I do whatever I want, yeah

I do as I please

Fuck your bitch then I leave

On her Gucci purse, I skeet

Did I say purse? I meant shirt

I was aimin' for her teeth

Young rich nigga, yeah, that's for sure (oh-oh)

All these niggas, in disbelief

When I fuck on a freak like Mia Khalif' (oh-oh)

I'm smoking that tree like Wiz Khalif'

Free smoke, my niggas are chimneys (oh-oh)

Pour a four of the red, the remedy

Relapse on meds, some in my hand (oh-oh)

What in the hell's gotten into me?

Uh, my fault (my fault), my bad (it's my bad)

No good (no good), these bitches all bad (they all bad)

I'm hot (I'm hot), as hell (as fuck)

Three times platinum as well (three times platinum, as well)

What's that smell? That's that ysl

When I was down bad, I ain't had no help

But did that shit right by myself (myself)

What's that smell? Revenge in the air

This is for every time I couldn't afford to go get fly, ayy (yeah, yeah, yeah)

This is for every time she dissed me for that other guy, ayy (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Now she on my line, telling me I'm the love of her life, ayy (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Bitch, you not my wife, you really tried, you too trife, ayy (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Go and say hi to that shitty guy, livin' that broke ass life

I heard you havin' his kid, I heard you gon' be his bride

But when I came through town, you was all up on my line

Talkin' 'bout how you fucked up, you should've stayed by my side

I can't hear ya' over my whip

Check my drip (yeah)

Check my steez

That's your bitch on her knees (yeah, yeah)

I do whatever I want, yeah (yeah, uh-huh)

I do as I please (uh-huh, uh-huh)

Fuck your bitch then I leave (uh-huh, uh-huh)

On her Gucci purse, I skeet (uh-huh, yeah)

Did I say purse? I meant shirt (uh-huh, oh)

I was aimin' for her teeth (uh-huh)

Young rich nigga, that's for sure (uh-huh)

All these niggas, in disbelief (uh-huh, yeah)

When I fuck on a freak like Mia Khalif' (uh-huh, yeah)

I'm smoking that tree like Wiz Khalif' (uh-huh, yeah)

Free smoke, my niggas are chimneys (uh-huh, yeah)

Pour a four of the red, the remedy (uh-huh, yeah)

Relapse on meds, some in my hand (uh-huh, uh-huh)

What in the hell's gotten into me? (uh-huh, uh-huh)

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