Lyrics Bad - Steel Banglez, Yungen, Mostack

Bad

Bad, that gyal there, she bad
That ain’t my wife, my nigga, she gang
Badder than Al Capone
Smoking and drinking alcohol
Bad, that gyal there, she bad
That ain’t my wife my nigga, she gang
Badder than Al Capone
Smoking and drinking alcohol
No girl she ain’t badder than
She ain’t been through a bag of man
She can still roll Dixy chicken shop with me
She don’t care about no Hakkasan, she the baddest, man
And that’s so real
Rolls with the gang 'cause she’s so trill
Grab me some weed from a dealer
I tell her roll up, my boo knows how to bill
And thats why I’m fucking with her
That’s why I’m rocking with her
She ain’t ever going through my phone
And I got my trust up in her, yeah
She’s too real, she be
The girl that can call me
Whenever she wants me
And she knows that we just be Gs, she
Bad, that gyal there, she bad
That ain’t my wife, my nigga, she gang
Badder than Al Capone
Smoking and drinking alcohol
Bad, that gyal there, she bad
That ain’t my wife, my nigga, she gang
Badder than Al Capone
Smoking and drinking alcohol
My girl bad like Ri-Ri-Ri-Ri
She never hide from the D-D-D-D
So anyting she want, I go gi-gi-gi-give
Anyting she want, I go gi-gi-gi-give, ahh, yeah
She’s the holster
And the safety to my gun
And when it’s fist fights or it’s gun fights
In the streets, she never run
She dey hold me down
Feds knocking, she don’t make a sound
Steady on the grind
Never shy to buss a likkle wine
So all night long, I go give her
Good, good love, I go give her
She’s all I want
She dey make me lose my mind, I tell you my gyal bad
Bad, that gyal there, she bad
That ain’t my wife, my nigga, she gang
Badder than Al Capone
Smoking and drinking alcohol
Bad, that gyal there, she bad
That ain’t my wife, my nigga, she gang
Badder than Al Capone
Smoking and drinking alcohol
Bestie, bestie, she my rider
Yeah she got the main line and the Lyca
And when we riding out yeah she the driver
I pied 'nuff of the old tings just to pipe her
Girl, when you come back to my crib
Best know you’re getting that good D
Yeah, I got rap P and hood P
It might cost your whole bank account to book me
Knightsbridge, hook her up with grilled meat
She said she don’t fuck rappers, but I still beat
She said she wanna be more, I tell her «we'll speak»
I got TLC at home but I still creep
The good ones, I turn them to the bad ones
The pretty ones, I turn them to the mad ones
Mumma wants more grandkids, my bad, mum
Giving her Gs is what I call a grandson
Bad, that gyal there, she bad
That ain’t my wife, my nigga, she gang
Badder than Al Capone
Smoking and drinking alcohol
Bad, that gyal there, she bad
That ain’t my wife, my nigga, she gang
Badder than Al Capone
Smoking and drinking alcohol
Bad