Jahlil Beats - Bad lyrics

[Poem] [Intro] [Verse 1] I see his misses on a mission I asked her if she missed him She say not at all She asked if I cared And I just stared at her and nodded naw Grabbed her phone and turned it off Now she won't return those calls It's going down like a n***a head When he nodding off To bed...but we not drowsy naw Far from being sleepy Playing silk on them sheets there for you to meet me In care of RSVP And where's the vsop pour it slowly Hopeflly you can keep a secret What's she told me, now don't speak [Hook] This b**h bad Oh my goodness I see that you bad I'm just tryna see what you good at Could I This b**h bad Oh my goodness I see that you bad I'm just tryna see what you good at Should I This b**h bad Oh my goodness I see that you bad I'm just tryna see what you good at Could I This b**h bad Oh my goodness I see that you bad I'm just tryna see what you good at Should I [Verse 2] She respect my hustle real rap raw Call me her chocolate droppa Shoutout to Kevin Hart We both on borrowed time Minutes were never ours So I give her the business She'll never get my heart We'll never get that far Those emotions are foreign Sometimes I drown my thoughts In drinks when I feel I'm too far in I can't tell em apart I can tell when we part I be thinking about us I can't tell her that part Dear Lord Lust is ugly but beauty's discerning ...pray I don't lose my way I could use a good sermon We be looking to creep But our views don't concern em Tryna check into suites So those who knock it don't disturb us f** like it's cameras on Call this the panic room She push the panic bu*ton When I make her panties drown Daddy now But I'm her baby when I'm in that womb So I beat the p**y up Then lick the wounds [Hook] [Verse 3] Having problems at home Her relationship rocky So we talk on the phone Though I hate to be talking Stepping out on her n***a God forbid that he walk in He just beat to the punch No relation to rocky Both phones off Like we both gone lost And we both closed off In that room clothes off Those the rules doze? of course not Got a hard on for that soft spot Up to date but I feel more abreast When she start taking off tops Pleaaaaaase What am I up against Swear them low blows Got me losing the upper hand Pleaaaaaaase What am I getting into Maybe a broken heart That's injury to insult sh** No I can't take that handicap She put her hand on my soul And told me she'll handle that Man overboard She tryna have me trapped We may not have a future But tonight we'll have a past like... [Hook]