Tish Hyman - 2 Bad lyrics

[Hook] You’re too bad, baby I just had to tell you You’re too bad, and now I wanna get familiar You’re too bad (oh), gotta get to know ya You’re too bad yeah girl, you’re too bad [Verse 1: Dom Kennedy] Bet they never saw this coming Size 5’6 crop top and hip huggers Cinnamon Big Red Mac gloss, her lips covered Couldn’t tell you how I felt then, hope this does it And when we out in public, got you blushin’ and all that Hooked my homeboy wit’ ya cousin and all that We can hop in my third whip and swerve sh**, my turn Aye how many times you heard this (you’re too bad) But you don’t make me nervous I take you somewhere phones ain’t got service Grab a 12 pack let me nail that Aye I can’t even smell that and I can tell that You treat you’re body well, go give hell (yeah) We pulling up for real, Benz like Denzel (yep) Watchin’ Mo Better Blues, from rooms with way better views If we talking about for you then it ain’t no better dude feel me [Hook: 1x] [Verse 2: Dom Kennedy] Aye and I never saw this coming Runnin’ through 12 pack magnums, them big rubbers Now she wit’ OPM, we can do big numbers Her old boyfriend realizin’ he did love her Wake up every morning same time like 10 somethin’ Do some push-ups couple crunches to Been Thuggin’ Hit the studio (money flick) and I spend something Buy a house first them ima go get my wrist bloody Cause money get n***as in the club, the look doesn’t Only wanna wear my own clothes like Ben Hundreds And stay in big casinos, navy chino All weed n***a no premos, haha yeah Still watchin’ Mo Better Blues Stay in order food, white robe get her nude (Woo) From rooms with way better views If we talking about for you then it ain’t no better dude feel me [Hook]