| This goes out to everyone
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| Turn it on fire please, sipping on a nice Chianti
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| 'Cause I heard you bad, yeah
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| Is it bad that I never made love?
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| I never did it
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| But I sure know how to fuck
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| I’ll be your bad girl, I’ll prove it to you
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| Can’t promise that I’ll be good to you
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| 'Cause I’ve had some issues
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| I won’t commit, not havin' it
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| But at least I can admit
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| That I’ll be bad, no, to you
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| Yeah, I’ll be good in bed
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| But I’ll be bad to you
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| Bad girls ain’t no good, and the good girls ain’t no fun
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| And the hood girls want a smart lover
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| College girls all want a thug
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| So it seems that we fiend what we don’t need
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| Got a thing for a queen who know when to leave
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| I ain’t 'bout to judge you, don’t judge me
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| You ain’t gotta really sing about your rap sheet
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| 'Cause I heard you (Bad, yeah)
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| In the literal sense I mean that
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| Rough sex, sayin' I love ya
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| But to kiss them is sayin' you mean that
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| I know, I just be callin' you mean-ass
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| But the irony, got the bomb indeed
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| But the problem is probably a deep past
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| I’m feelin' of somethin' I need bad
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| Thinkin' if I get her, I get her to need this
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| I don’t need emotions to open your deep sea
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| I conceive an ocean by goin' between legs
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| Beg? |
| Nope—bed, floor, dope; |
| go for it, couch now
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| Slow motion around, put it down
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| Lord knows she was gone 'fore the morn', hold up
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| Is it bad that I never made love?
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| I never did it
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| But I sure know how to fuck
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| I’ll be your bad girl, I’ll prove it to you
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| Can’t promise that I’ll be good to you
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| 'Cause I’ve had some issues
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| I won’t commit, not havin' it
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| But at least I can admit
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| That I’ll be bad, no, to you
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| Yeah, I’ll be good in bed
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| But I’ll be bad to you
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| She hurt feelings, she break hearts
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| She stay quiet, she play smart
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| She take pride in goin' out
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| And gettin' hollered at and sayin' nah
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| She no saint, but she don’t pose
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| She don’t wear make-up by the boatload
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| Ridin' through lake shore with the nose up
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| She don’t really date much, but it slows her up
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| She got haters, but we all do
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| Heard you’re winter-time cold, shawty, fall through
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| Baby, look at they approach, how they court you
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| All those minds games, nevermind, 'cause they all lose
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| (Bad, no) In the physical sense I mean that
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| I ain’t tryna kiss up, suck up, feed gas
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| I ain’t like them boys you suckin' your teeth at, nope
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| Play big, trust me I’ll humble yo' mean-ass
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| Shawty is actually in prevent
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| 'Cause the one in front of her is workin' with deep threat
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| Yep—bed, floor, couch, more
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| More, shower, Lord, perm, done
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| Love? |
| Nah, called in the morn'
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| Cell number wasn’t on, goddamn!
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| Is it bad that I never made love?
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| I never did it
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| But I sure know how to fuck
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| I’ll be your bad girl, I’ll prove it to you
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| Can’t promise that I’ll be good to you
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| 'Cause I’ve had some issues
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| I won’t commit, not havin' it
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| But at least I can admit
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| That I’ll be bad, no, to you
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| Yeah, I’ll be good in bed
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| But I’ll be bad to you
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| Bad, yeah |