Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song She Bad, artist - Rapsody. Date of issue: 18.11.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
She Bad |
| Bad, she’s bad, bad |
| Okie dokie |
| She bad |
| Can’t play nice, this my life, this is life |
| Roll my dice, who want fight? |
| I might go Mike Tys |
| Won’t fail twice, pay my price, why my sun so bright |
| Diamonds nice, ain’t got charm, my world feel like ice |
| Use my arms, I ain’t armed but I got her, right? |
| You the type to run your mouth, get knocked out on sight |
| Bithc I’m bad, been through shit but I bounce right back |
| Laugh, then I do the dab, leave you deadbeat like his dad |
| Huh, here I go, hitch feel like a pistol blow |
| Leila Ali against the ropes, fight my way to the top floor |
| Been through the dark, this a nice glow |
| Mode always survival, I aim to take our your vidals |
| Yeah, I put that on the bible |
| She bad, bad, bad, bad |
| Bad, bad, bad, bad |
| She bad, bad, bad, bad, bad |
| Bad, bad, bad, bad |
| Yeah, she bad, bad, bad, bad |
| Bad, bad, bad, bad |
| She bad, bad, bad, bad |
| Bitch, I’m bad, bad, bad, bad |
| Oh shit, got my focus back |
| Oh shit, we don’t doubkle back |
| I’m so rich I need a duffle bag |
| And an armour truck that’s armour backed |
| Got big dreams, need big rings |
| 'Til it ding ding, and the big ring |
| Money on my mind and it’s uzi pink |
| Put the drop on him, lucas mink |
| Metaphor for a knockout |
| Blows feel like the top down |
| Two M’s, I don’t need a crown |
| That’s the Meagan flow, they insecure now |
| My skin color, Pac brown |
| If they durag, we gon' knock 'em down |
| Make 'em studder back, like a chopper sound |
| Tensed up like a cop around |
| They say scared money don’t make money |
| M, y momma ain’t make a dummy |
| Gotta fight for it, can’t take it for me |
| I shit like when the day is coming |
| Say sumn, betchu won’t (I wish you would) |
| But if you do (What nigga?) |
| Bitch, it’s on |
| beat down like Frooty-Loops |
| If you want smoke like hooty-hoo |
| I’m a outcast, this a musical |
| Let it hum to you like Jigga do |
| Let’s square it up like a rubix cube |
| The respect ain’t mutual |
| Ya’ll disrespect, I’ll diss ya too |
| So the beat down is additional |
| She bad, bad, bad, bad |
| Bad, bad, bad, bad |
| She bad, bad, bad, bad, bad |
| Bad, bad, bad, bad |
| Yeah, she bad, bad, bad, bad |
| Bad, bad, bad, bad |
| She bad, bad, bad, bad |
| Bitch, I’m bad, bad, bad, bad |