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Bad Lover
Hip-Hop/Rap
Bad Lover was released on April 5, 2026 by Ted Tudda as a part of the album When It’s Dark
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Release DateApril 5, 2026
LabelTed Tudda
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM84

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ted Tudda
Ted Tudda
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ted Tudda
Ted Tudda
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ted Tudda
Ted Tudda
Producer

Lyrics

456, ****
Fuck a bitch real good but I'm a
Huh
I could fuck a bitch real good but I'm a bad lover
You fucked a bitch, thought it's so good, you spent some racks on her
Bag lover, all this cash comin' in got 'em mad at us
I threw 'em plays and he fucked 'em up, I cant feel sad for 'em
Holon Let me smoke my blunt right quick
I'mma let the beat breath right here
456
Aight, let's go
You takin' them pills, they fucked You up yeah, them some bad uppers
Take him out the picture, he don't bring no bag to us
That **** can't eat with me no more, shit, this his last supper
Spark this blunt, smokin' on my doley, ****, it's mad of us
**** watch too much face
I look on my story, I see mad others
And this bitch keep on beggin'
Barely a 304, she just want cash from us
You keep movin' dirty, get more than a rash from us
Told lil' fairy she sonnin' hoes just like a bad mother
I can't cut no crack with this, bro this a bad cutter
You 'bouta go to Saks with that? bro, that's like five hundred
You up in Saks less than a rack? you ain't gon' buy nothin'
Ha
Ran on your plugs, no main connects?you can't supply nothin'
456, ****
Fuck a bitch real good but I'm a
Huh
I could fuck a bitch real good but I'm a bad lover
You fucked a bitch, thought it's so good, you spent some racks on her
Bag lover, all this cash comin' in got 'em mad at us
I threw 'em plays and he fucked 'em up, I cant feel sad for 'em
Pass my cup, pass my cup
Aight, good looking
You takin' them pills, they fucked You up yeah, them some bad uppers
Take him out the picture, he don't bring no bag to us
That **** can't eat with me no more, shit, this his last supper
Spark this blunt, smokin' on my doley, ****, it's mad of us
**** watch too much face
I look on my story, I see mad others
And this bitch keep on beggin'
Barely a 304, she just want cash from us
Written by: Ted Tudda
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