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You Bad
182
Hip-Hop/Rap
You Bad was released on September 13, 2024 by Open Shift Distribution as a part of the album You Bad - Single
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Release DateSeptember 13, 2024
LabelOpen Shift Distribution
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM120

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Percaso
Percaso
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Percaso
Percaso
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Percaso
Percaso
Producer

Lyrics

Lately, young **** just been thinkin' 'bout cheese
Cheese only
Ain't nothin' really been in my head, for real
The last ho tried to do me so bad (Cloudymorning on the beat, bitch)
Shawty, why you actin' so sad?
Too much spinnin' shit, jumpin' out the mag (Slime, huh)
Damn, ho, you bad
Don't try to spin back when I go up (Don't try that shit)
Young **** fifteen, wants to glow up (Huh)
Bad, bad ho say she wanted me regardless (On God)
Hold on, bae, let me change the flow up (Huh, pow)
Baby, let me know if you wanted me to spin (Tuh, tuh)
Goddamn, let me break ya back in (Pow, pow, pow)
Cruisin' through the biddy with a Five' on a end
Got dumb bad hoes shakin' ass in the Benz (Rrr)
KK snappin' back to back like it ain't nothin' (Nothin')
Said she wanna ride, but she can't even shoot the gun, huh (Clock that bih')
Broad day, you trapped outside and can't run (On God)
Trappin' that exotic, ****, pink bag of Runtz
These dumb hoes, dumb hoes
Creeped out, dumb hoes, dumb hoes, oh
The last ho tried to do me so bad (Bitch)
Shawty, why you actin' so sad?
Too much spinnin' shit, jumpin' out the mag (Slime, huh)
Damn, ho, you bad
Don't try to spin back when I go up (Don't try that shit)
Young **** fifteen, wants to glow up (Huh)
Bad, bad ho say she wanted me regardless (On God)
Hold on, bae, let me change the flow up (Huh, pow)
Baby, let me know if you wanted me to spin (Tuh, tuh)
Goddamn, let me break ya back in (Pow, pow, pow)
Cruisin' through the biddy with a Five' on a end
Got dumb bad hoes shakin' ass in the Benz (Rrr)
KK snappin' back to back like it ain't nothin' (Nothin')
Said she wanna ride, but she can't even shoot the gun, huh (Clock that bih')
Broad day, you trapped outside and can't run (On God)
Trappin' that exotic, ****, pink bag of Runtz
Written by: Percaso
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