Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bad, artist - Colette Carr. Date of issue: 31.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bad |
| This goes out to everyone |
| Turn it on fire please, sipping on a nice Chianti |
| 'Cause I heard you bad, yeah |
| Is it bad that I never made love? |
| I never did it |
| But I sure know how to fuck |
| I’ll be your bad girl, I’ll prove it to you |
| Can’t promise that I’ll be good to you |
| 'Cause I’ve had some issues |
| I won’t commit, not havin' it |
| But at least I can admit |
| That I’ll be bad, no, to you |
| Yeah, I’ll be good in bed |
| But I’ll be bad to you |
| Bad girls ain’t no good, and the good girls ain’t no fun |
| And the hood girls want a smart lover |
| College girls all want a thug |
| So it seems that we fiend what we don’t need |
| Got a thing for a queen who know when to leave |
| I ain’t 'bout to judge you, don’t judge me |
| You ain’t gotta really sing about your rap sheet |
| 'Cause I heard you (Bad, yeah) |
| In the literal sense I mean that |
| Rough sex, sayin' I love ya |
| But to kiss them is sayin' you mean that |
| I know, I just be callin' you mean-ass |
| But the irony, got the bomb indeed |
| But the problem is probably a deep past |
| I’m feelin' of somethin' I need bad |
| Thinkin' if I get her, I get her to need this |
| I don’t need emotions to open your deep sea |
| I conceive an ocean by goin' between legs |
| Beg? |
| Nope—bed, floor, dope; |
| go for it, couch now |
| Slow motion around, put it down |
| Lord knows she was gone 'fore the morn', hold up |
| Is it bad that I never made love? |
| I never did it |
| But I sure know how to fuck |
| I’ll be your bad girl, I’ll prove it to you |
| Can’t promise that I’ll be good to you |
| 'Cause I’ve had some issues |
| I won’t commit, not havin' it |
| But at least I can admit |
| That I’ll be bad, no, to you |
| Yeah, I’ll be good in bed |
| But I’ll be bad to you |
| She hurt feelings, she break hearts |
| She stay quiet, she play smart |
| She take pride in goin' out |
| And gettin' hollered at and sayin' nah |
| She no saint, but she don’t pose |
| She don’t wear make-up by the boatload |
| Ridin' through lake shore with the nose up |
| She don’t really date much, but it slows her up |
| She got haters, but we all do |
| Heard you’re winter-time cold, shawty, fall through |
| Baby, look at they approach, how they court you |
| All those minds games, nevermind, 'cause they all lose |
| (Bad, no) In the physical sense I mean that |
| I ain’t tryna kiss up, suck up, feed gas |
| I ain’t like them boys you suckin' your teeth at, nope |
| Play big, trust me I’ll humble yo' mean-ass |
| Shawty is actually in prevent |
| 'Cause the one in front of her is workin' with deep threat |
| Yep—bed, floor, couch, more |
| More, shower, Lord, perm, done |
| Love? |
| Nah, called in the morn' |
| Cell number wasn’t on, goddamn! |
| Is it bad that I never made love? |
| I never did it |
| But I sure know how to fuck |
| I’ll be your bad girl, I’ll prove it to you |
| Can’t promise that I’ll be good to you |
| 'Cause I’ve had some issues |
| I won’t commit, not havin' it |
| But at least I can admit |
| That I’ll be bad, no, to you |
| Yeah, I’ll be good in bed |
| But I’ll be bad to you |
| Bad, yeah |