Lyrics Bad in December - DJ Zan-D feat. Reason, Ginger Breadman, Stilo Magolide & Sakhekile, Reason, Ginger Breadman

Bad in December

She’s been good all year
But she bad in December
Oh she bad
But she bad in December, yeah
She’s been good all year
But she bad in December
Oh she bad
But she bad in December, yeah
Look at her losing all her morals
Look at her drinking out dem bottles
She’s been good all year
But she bad in December
Oh she bad
But she bad in December, yeah
She’s been good all year
But she bad in December
Oh she bad
But she bad in December, yeah
Gaaahdbody
Thank God for the summertime
For all the hotter dimes
Who got it in, in the winter times
Some are a little finer
And some others are still alright
Many have gone thicker or slimmer
The rest is out of line
So clap for the team (vezi thanga members)
Ya’ll was ready for December (even in September)
Keep on stunting on em through (October to November)
And make em bitches wanna (hit the exit when you enter)
You mommies make us wanna break the budget
And half proposals of discussions over touching something
Maybe take her to the crib and have a private function
And you can be my headliner, for my deductions
With the utmost, I’d like to, indulge you, with much more
Than long strokes, but just know, it’s cause you
Been good all year
But you bad in December
I don’t play that take one for the team shit
Always pick the hotter one
Since ke ringa le wena mommy keng udi bala jwang
Way over the limit imma sip it till the bottles done
Call us all on a new one and proceed to have a lot of fun
Yes Lord
Tell the people that you came with
Grab theyselves a glass
And we can all just get wasted
Killed the last semester
So you out just celebrating
Since you broke up with your man
Your morals
Been deactivated
I ain’t judging
So little, bad backs, no sleep
A whole search
Hashtag on fleek
And this drunk and high girl
That I admire been good all year
So I know she kinda tired
Gonna pass Ciroc and that Grey Goose
Outfit so villainous
Tell her to make to make it true
We can blame it on whatever the reason
You looking badder
Said you lactose intolerant
Never did it for the cheddar
Ma dunusa cause you got it
Not cause it’s your only option
I can peep em from the VI
You scoping with that side eye
Can tell you wanna slide out
Back to the titty right
Titty so big
Imma whip out my viola
Say you know my name
And it ain’t about the fame
But I can whip it from behind
If I let you wear my chain
Yeah I’m bout it
I’m really really bout it
Stilo Magolide
Got the jig dont doubt it
Champagne flowing
Now talent here in the building
Yeah yeah
Put it on me with them titties to the ceiling
Slow wind for me
Yeah I could feel it couple bottles in the tilly
Cause it ain’t about the pictures
Sheeesh