BAD LUCK

Hitmaka

A real **** hold you down, he supposed to lift you up

I don't ever kiss and tell, yeah, that's bad luck

And if you ever running 'round better call them hoes when you stuck

Trusting ****, bad luck

This shit might sound new to you, baby

Back outside, time for you to look crazy

Back outside, **** calling me they favorite

No more texts to my phone, you can save it

I could live without it

But I ignore everything when you're talking

Your tryna judge me and make me the problem

It's you, baby

Yeah, yeah, oh

A real **** hold you down, he supposed to lift you up

I don't ever kiss and tell, yeah, that's bad luck

And if you ever running 'round better call them hoes when you stuck

Trusting ****, bad luck

Oh, baby

Oh, baby

Oh, baby

All I ask of you

Oh, baby

Oh, baby

Oh, baby

All I ask of you