Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bad Attitude, artist - Rico Love. Date of issue: 17.05.2015
Song language: English
Bad Attitude |
| Yeah, block niggas, ball players, and even cooperates |
| Boxed Chevys, Mercedes and even Porsches |
| Ass gotta 'em parked in the projects, them Astons |
| Tryna figure out who shortie, they all asking |
| She 22 and she do hair, she only smoke weed on the yacht though |
| The kind you don’t wanna lose cause she too rare |
| She a G even go the keys for the capo |
| Fuck a recession, you see how she dressing |
| She ain’t stressing, nigga she finessing |
| Grew up in Harlem on the east side |
| Hardly home but she always repping |
| Got a lotta class for a young bish |
| Bout to spend all my cash on this young bish |
| Yeah, she passed on a smart nigga |
| She prefer a nigga dumb rich |
| That’s why she fuck with young Ric |
| Pay attention to what’s going on, turn the lights on |
| Bad attitude but she thick though, bad attitude but she thick though |
| Shortie gotta, bad attitude but she thick though, bad attitude but she thick |
| though |
| Got them niggas sick tho, yo, lotta niggas sick yo |
| Man she gotta lotta niggas sick yo, bad attitude but she thick though, |
| turn the lights on |
| (Ah uh, yeah nigga, aye yo yo |
| Rico Love, what up baby boy) |
| In beast mode, her toes bro immaculate |
| Jumped out the green rolls, bling up in her nose up on Castleton |
| Black down spotted her, with that mean sexy walk |
| No talk I just nodded cause I’m proud of her |
| Dress her ass off, fronting on niggas |
| Keep it moving if it ain’t no cash there, She cracking up |
| Speed off, we both laugh it off, yo gangsta to gangsta, grown |
| Baby on her own, throw Patty on Xcel or ray fourth |
| I’m smoking, a purple take, king pin |
| With his thing thing right up under my wing |
| Yo them eyes though, she live in a plazo |
| I live off water, I need privacy for real, no fly zone |
| Yeah, you know the real winning, stay in luxury shit |
| That’s word to every cane in the pan am |
| Rae’s famous, haters get that they wings bladed |
| Come around here she gon' blow you, I’mma throw you out the plane hear me |
| (AC, Rico, turn the lights on) |
| Bad attitude but I’m thick though |
| I let a nigga know from the get go |
| Diamonds blue, got the flu, I ain’t sick though |
| Six inch pump, I like walking on my tip toe |
| And I gotta fetish for them fellas that be getting the cheddar |
| Wanna taste it, said he give me 50Gs if I let 'em |
| So I passed on the good boys, I needed a G bad |
| Fuck E-Class, bitch I need me a G-Wag |
| You see me, you see swag, red bottoms on, Celine bag |
| Same Louie luggage Akeem had |
| Excuse the flossing, I’ma boss on my Ginger Ross |
| A nice ass and the lips is glossy, Han |
| I tear a niggas pockets up, if his guap is up |
| Nigga we can have lots of fun |
| Bad attitude, but I’m thick though |
| Ion want dick, I want the money from the bricks though, nigga |