Kahlil Simplis - Bad Bad Bad Lyrics

Look, I ain't ever had to chase, but you got me in this race
You a ten in the face and barely got a waist
Let's get lost without a trace
Shit, I guess we call it fate
But are you, down for the cause?
Gotta know what you be on before I get involved
Show me that you better than these hoes, I'll cut them off
Yeah, told me that you end up blockin' calls
Shit you don't do (with me)
Puttin' myself in risky situations I don't do
You holdin' on to the trauma or have you grown through?
Cus' you reactin' like a kid but you're grown still
And I'ma flip you around this bed til' you hold still
Big stepper in the streets, Louboutin heels
Lil' miss independent pay her own bills
If she had a nigga, she'd live on her own still
Yeah, she bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad
She got the Maybach on her own
Put a down payment on a home
Long way from ATL, Georgia
Most of these niggas just can't afford you unless a Birkin hangin' off your shoulder, I got it

FaceTime's and missed calls
You be blowin' up my line when you pissed off
The sex is better when my clothes gettin' ripped off
And you're freaky when you're mad shoulda warned me
Round three, four, five in the mornin
I like how your body feel in the mornin
You gon' make me lose it all, shit I swear to God
You gon' make me cut em all off, I swear to God
I can't even fault you
Said you won't become obsessed, girl they all do
Bringing out the feminine, the soft you
Heard about my shit, the rumor's all true
That's why when I send a pin, you fall through, huh?
I ain't really worried about your past life
You can get a Birkin if you act right
I just want another night like last night
And promise me you won't get caught up in this fast life
Cus' you came long ways down to L.A
You be at Soho House, kickin' it like Pele
Blowin' up my phone, all I see is essays, but I love the headaches

I ain't ever had to chase, but you got me in this race
You a ten in the face and barely got a waist
Let's get lost without a trace
Shit, I guess we call it fate
But are you, down for the cause?
Gotta know what you be on before I get involved
Show me that you better than these hoes, I'll cut them off
Yeah, told me that you end up blockin' calls
Shit you don't do (with me)
Puttin' myself in risky situations I don't do
You holdin' on to the trauma or have you grown through?
Cus' you reactin' like a kid but you're grown still
And I'ma flip you around this bed til' you hold still
Big stepper in the streets, Louboutin heels
Lil' miss independent pay her own bills
If she had a nigga, she'd live on her own still
Yeah, she bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad
She got the Maybach on her own
Put a down payment on a home
Long way from ATL, Georgia
Most of these niggas just can't afford you unless a Birkin hangin' off your shoulder, I got it
Yeah, she bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad
Yeah, she bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad