Bad Side Lyrics

?iyla Lyrics



Yo, Dev, this your song?


What that is you on?
Pour it up
Where you from? 
Throw it up
Bad b*t*h
'Bout four of 'em
Call Chevy, tell him we need some more of 'em
I got some b*t*hes in this b*t*h with me, they dead high
Bad influence on they life, it got me feeling like the bad guy
I run it up, my pockets stuffed, I count it up, make sure the bag right
Then put it on your head, you ever end up on my bad side


Said she don't want no ball player, she don't want no actor
She unbuckled this Gucci off me, then she f**ked a rapper
And then she f**ked a trapper, told her she caught me on my off day
I still go to the hood, I know I'm protected like Allstate
Smoking dope in the law face, give a f**k what the law say
Why the hell you in them trenches all day when your new house got a call gate?
And all my neighbors black and got them racks, this sh*t here all great
Don't f**k with them, they all fake, no love for me, it's all hate
And me and you, we a thing, I'm a fiend for your love, it's a drug
I f**ked up, but so what? Sh*t, it was what it was
Sh*t, it is what it is, I can't change how you feel
F**k all the fame and all the chains, antisocial 'fore the deal
I'm not social, don't need peers, so please don't come near
And your bad vibes, I don't need 'em, so please don't come here
And I miss all my n***as, I need you right here
Y'all left me, that was selfish, this sh*t I'm taking ain't helping, but uh


What that is you on?
Pour it up
Where you from?
Throw it up
Bad b*t*h
'Bout four of 'em
Call Chevy, tell him we need some more of 'em
I got some b*t*hes in this b*t*h with me, they dead high
Bad influence on they life, it got me feeling like the bad guy
I run it up, my pockets stuffed, I count it up, make sure the bag right
Then put it on your head, you ever end up on my bad side

What that is?
That's a Perc'
I count half a milli', now my thumbs hurt
My b*t*h, she so bad, she got another purse
If the money short, then I can't make it work
Smokin' out the pound, b*t*h, I be dead high
Little bit of money on his head, he a dead guy
What that is?
Pour it up
Rich Forever known to keep a milli' tucked
I done went and copped the Roll Royce, the truck
I was swerving 'cause I keep it in my cup
Oh, I was swerving 'cause she suck me at the red light
Went and bought my **** a new Chanel, she keep the head right


What that is you on?
Pour it up
Where you from?
Throw it up
Bad b*t*h
'Bout four of 'em
Call Chevy, tell 'em we need some more of 'em
I got some b*t*hes in this b*t*h with me, they dead high
Bad influence on they life, it got me feeling like the bad guy
I run it up, my pockets stuffed, I count it up, make sure the bag right
Then put it on your head, you ever end up on my bad side

Never forget about the streets 'cause we was all in 'em
Fifteen hundred on some sneaks, that's just to ball in 'em
Ain't nobody answer for me when I was calling 'em
And I don't go to graveyards even though my dawg in it
Wonder if I told you a secret, would you keep it?
If I tell you to leave me, would you leave me?


Wild child
Yeah




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