Lyrics BAD-BAD - Valixo

Pull up to the crib with a Bad-Bad
Finna run my fingers up and down her its a track pad
I ain't never talk, all these niggas' they be mad mad
If we go fuck make that booty hit the double fucking handstand
Pull up to the crib with a Bad-Bad
Finna run my fingers up and down her its a track pad
I ain't never talk, all these niggas they be mad mad
If we go fuck make that booty hit the double fucking handstand

Baby lemme see that booty bounce
I know you're always keen to do an ounce
Fire flame emoji for the rounds
Sip a little henny on that loud
All these niggas need to take me a Lil serious
Got your baby moms you can see she feeling this
Puffin on that loud all my niggas' dealing it
I say fuck the Popo right up on the internet
I left the party late in a cop car
Pop-star feeling like a rockstar
I probably shouldn't drink, that's a tough call
You can see the demon right inside of my soul
Cannot control
Impulsive, I know
The devil inside of me

Pull up to the crib with a Bad-Bad
Finna run my fingers up and down her its a track pad
I ain't never talk, all these niggas' they be mad mad
If we go fuck make that booty hit the double fucking handstand
Pull up to the crib with a Bad-Bad
Finna run my fingers up and down her its a track pad
I ain't never talk, all these niggas they be mad mad
If we go fuck make that booty hit the double fucking handstand

The shit that you doing amusing
Boys in the back and we booling
Trapping for stacks is the new shit
Know we don't lack but we lucid
Enough of the cap and the bullshit
I'm gonna act fool bitch
Only for you to be foolish
Do you get what I'm saying
I'm ghouling
I'm moving
The hits we make with the music is stupid
Hating for reasons
Other than the fact that you're losing
Is where I draw the conclusion
My nigga bars are abusive
My words are hella intrusive
Dissect your mind with a blueprint
Ay okay, hah
Ay okay, yeah
Fucked your bitch
Today, yeah

Pull up to the crib with a Bad-Bad
Finna run my fingers up and down her its a track pad
I ain't never talk, all these niggas' they be mad mad
If we go fuck make that booty hit the double fucking handstand
Pull up to the crib with a Bad-Bad
Finna run my fingers up and down her its a track pad
I ain't never talk, all these niggas they be mad mad
If we go fuck make that booty hit the double fucking handstand