Lyrics Bad Luck - D-Block Europe

Bad Luck

Yeah, I'm crazy, I'm crazy enough to kill the both of you
Okay?
Do you love her? Do you? Do you?

Fake bitch, how dare you try and diss me, and try and kiss me, and say you miss
me
Looking back, I really would've done things different
Baby, you're bad, bad, bad, you fill the bags, bags, bags up
I hope this

don't come from no burner
I pour this lean up, shit get sticky in my city with a blicky with me
And she gritty, a bit insecure, but she pretty to me, yeah
Baby, you're bad, bad, bad, you fill the bags, bags, bags up
I hope this

don't come from no burner

She said "Seeing as you don't love me no more, should we just be done?"
She said "Seeing as you don't love me no more, should I go my mum's?"
She said "Seeing as you don't love me, and I'm not the one"
She said "If you don't wanna hold me down, you gotta let me run"
She told me "Ooh 29, right there, I'm about to come"
Can't take dick good, but she'll die right here when I use my tongue
I got a whole team full of savages that's gonna turn and run
Tell me what's the point in having soldiers if they aren't gonna use their guns?

Fake bitch, how dare you try and diss me, and try and kiss me, and say you miss
me
Looking back, I really would've done things different
Baby, you're bad, bad, bad, you fill the bags, bags, bags up
I hope this

don't come from no burner
I pour this lean up, shit get sticky in my city with a blicky with me
And she gritty, a bit insecure, but she pretty to me, yeah
Baby, you're bad, bad, bad, you fill the bags, bags, bags up
I hope this

don't come from no burner

She said "If you love me, why you always run?"
My heart is covered in gold, baby I'm one of them ones
And I pulled up covered in Chrome, baby, it's one of them ones
Been in the trap all week, just to look like Beez
Gotta shout out to all my sons
Panoramic on 23s, minions serving hella fiends
Fuck this Henny, I'm going

Fuck with a bitch, gotta let it be
She good from the side like gelatine
I saw everything, I ain't selling

I think 800 loaves is ready, please

Fake bitch, how dare you try and diss me, and try and kiss me, and say you miss
me
Looking back, I really would've done things different
Baby, you're bad, bad, bad, you fill the bags, bags, bags up
I hope this

don't come from no burner
I pour this lean up, shit get sticky in my city with a blicky with me
And she gritty, a bit insecure, but she pretty to me, yeah
Baby, you're bad, bad, bad, you fill the bags, bags, bags up
I hope this

don't come from no burner