Credits
Lyrics
Ay mamacita, I'm pleased to meet ya
I know I'm only five foot eight but please believe ya
Boy gon' put it down, down
Down, down, down, down, down, down
Hey mamacita, my deepest fear
Is wasting time on all those girls that isn't real
But I keep 'em round, round
Round, round, round, round, round, round
You know I got it bad, bad, bad, bad
Bad, bad, bad 4 U
You know I got it bad, bad, bad, bad
Bad, bad, bad 4 U, ooh
I like 'em tall, I like 'em smart
I like 'em all, it breaks my heart
I don't say eenie meenie miney mo
Found the one, can't let her go
'Cause she's my little angel
Her halo made of mistletoe
Be careful cause she dangerous
Keeps strings on me, Pinocchio
It's bad, bad 4 U, for you
Bad, bad 4 U, for you
Someone call my mama
Call your priest or call my lawyer
Everybody in attendance
I do, I say it for ya
'Cause one thing that I know
I got it bad, bad 4 U
Ay mamacita, I'm pleased to meet ya
I like the way you walk and talk and all your features
You got that smile, don't need no reason
I got it bad for you, girl, I think I need ya
You know I got it bad, bad, bad, bad
Bad, bad, bad 4 U
You know I got it bad, bad, bad, bad
Bad, bad, bad 4 U, oh
Ay mamacita, I'm pleased to meet ya
I know I'm only five foot eight but please believe ya
Boy gon' put it down, down
Down, down, down, down, down, down
Hey mamacita, my deepest fear
Is wasting time on all those girls that isn't real
But I keep 'em round, round
Round, round, round, round, round, round
You know I, you know I
You know I got it bad, bad, bad, bad
Bad, bad, bad 4 U
You know I got it, you know I got it
You know I got it bad, bad, bad, bad
Bad, bad, bad 4 U
You know I got it bad, bad, bad, bad
Bad, bad, bad 4 U
You know I got it, you know I got it
You know I got it bad, bad, bad, bad
Bad, bad, bad 4 U
For you, for you, for you
I got it
Written by: Blaise Railey, Eric Burton Frederic, Imad Roy El-amine, Tom Peyton