Got to get the money that's the campaign
Pour up, champagne
Bad little chick need my last name
We do, bad things
How we live life in a fast lane
I've been going hard for the past days
We don't give a f*ck about a damn thing
Pour up, champagne
I just come alive in the night
In the whip this is the vibe that I like
Play my shit said she likes what I write
She can bend it back plus I'm piping it right
Yeah, really this is the time of your life
Thick hips that's the type that I like
I just lay low making moves out of sight
Taking off got to hop in the ride
She wants to talk to me, lean with it rock with it
Been on the scene I'm a fiend when she's dropping it
Hit it so good that she leaves with some confidence
All that weak shit on the feed need to stop with it
Baby please, 100 G's
Type of shit that make her drop and she get on her knees
Pussy wet I got her dripping like the odyssey
Seen it coming like a got damn prophecy
How I rock the beat
I'm a sensei, plus I get pay
If I'm going out to eat it's al dente
I don't really give a f*ck what your friends say
She let me hit it out the park like Fenway
We don't really get the credit where it's due
Heads turning when I'm walking in the room
Pour the liquor then I top it with the booch
Couple weekend getaways with a view
Yeah, all my shit booming like metro
Put my shit on blast yeah let's go, ooh
Aye, brown skin girl she a red bone
Kiss emojis all in my cell phone, ooh
Aye, want to try me, need to try again
I've been laying tracks down like a chinamen
Got a few side pieces I be sliding in
But I'll never save a hoe like Spiderman
New whip, top down
Bad bitch, drop down
Took a few L's, we on top now,
Snakes in the grass I can't let my guard down
All the songs that I write, jot down
Got the slaps on deck for the whole town
How we make it this far, I can't stop now
I've been too turnt up, can't calm down
Got to get the money that's the campaign
Pour up, champagne
Bad little chick need my last name
We do, bad things
How we live life in a fast lane
I've been going hard for the past days
We don't give a f*ck about a damn thing
Pour up, champagne
Adrian Gamboa - Bad Things Lyrics
Adrian Gamboa - Bad Things Lyrics
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Got to get the money that's the campaign
Pour up, champagne
Bad little chick need my last name
We do, bad things
How we live life in a fast lane
I've been going hard for the past days
We don't give a f*ck about a damn thing
Pour up, champagne
I just come alive in the night
In the whip this is the vibe that I like
Play my shit said she likes what I write
She can bend it back plus I'm piping it right
Yeah, really this is the time of your life
Thick hips that's the type that I like
I just lay low making moves out of sight
Taking off got to hop in the ride
She wants to talk to me, lean with it rock with it
Been on the scene I'm a fiend when she's dropping it
Hit it so good that she leaves with some confidence
All that weak shit on the feed need to stop with it
Baby please, 100 G's
Type of shit that make her drop and she get on her knees
Pussy wet I got her dripping like the odyssey
Seen it coming like a got damn prophecy
How I rock the beat
I'm a sensei, plus I get pay
If I'm going out to eat it's al dente
I don't really give a f*ck what your friends say
She let me hit it out the park like Fenway
We don't really get the credit where it's due
Heads turning when I'm walking in the room
Pour the liquor then I top it with the booch
Couple weekend getaways with a view
Yeah, all my shit booming like metro
Put my shit on blast yeah let's go, ooh
Aye, brown skin girl she a red bone
Kiss emojis all in my cell phone, ooh
Aye, want to try me, need to try again
I've been laying tracks down like a chinamen
Got a few side pieces I be sliding in
But I'll never save a hoe like Spiderman
New whip, top down
Bad bitch, drop down
Took a few L's, we on top now,
Snakes in the grass I can't let my guard down
All the songs that I write, jot down
Got the slaps on deck for the whole town
How we make it this far, I can't stop now
I've been too turnt up, can't calm down
Got to get the money that's the campaign
Pour up, champagne
Bad little chick need my last name
We do, bad things
How we live life in a fast lane
I've been going hard for the past days
We don't give a f*ck about a damn thing
Pour up, champagne
Pour up, champagne
Bad little chick need my last name
We do, bad things
How we live life in a fast lane
I've been going hard for the past days
We don't give a f*ck about a damn thing
Pour up, champagne
I just come alive in the night
In the whip this is the vibe that I like
Play my shit said she likes what I write
She can bend it back plus I'm piping it right
Yeah, really this is the time of your life
Thick hips that's the type that I like
I just lay low making moves out of sight
Taking off got to hop in the ride
She wants to talk to me, lean with it rock with it
Been on the scene I'm a fiend when she's dropping it
Hit it so good that she leaves with some confidence
All that weak shit on the feed need to stop with it
Baby please, 100 G's
Type of shit that make her drop and she get on her knees
Pussy wet I got her dripping like the odyssey
Seen it coming like a got damn prophecy
How I rock the beat
I'm a sensei, plus I get pay
If I'm going out to eat it's al dente
I don't really give a f*ck what your friends say
She let me hit it out the park like Fenway
We don't really get the credit where it's due
Heads turning when I'm walking in the room
Pour the liquor then I top it with the booch
Couple weekend getaways with a view
Yeah, all my shit booming like metro
Put my shit on blast yeah let's go, ooh
Aye, brown skin girl she a red bone
Kiss emojis all in my cell phone, ooh
Aye, want to try me, need to try again
I've been laying tracks down like a chinamen
Got a few side pieces I be sliding in
But I'll never save a hoe like Spiderman
New whip, top down
Bad bitch, drop down
Took a few L's, we on top now,
Snakes in the grass I can't let my guard down
All the songs that I write, jot down
Got the slaps on deck for the whole town
How we make it this far, I can't stop now
I've been too turnt up, can't calm down
Got to get the money that's the campaign
Pour up, champagne
Bad little chick need my last name
We do, bad things
How we live life in a fast lane
I've been going hard for the past days
We don't give a f*ck about a damn thing
Pour up, champagne
Writer: Jesus Gamboa
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