Hitmaka - Down Bad Lyrics

Yeah
They call me (Hitmaka)

Uh, who died and made you flawless?
Thank God He gave you all this, ohh
New school with all this knowledge
When did you drop out of college?
Yeah, street bitch but you so polished, uh
Rude talk but baby, I'm honest
Me not understand how you so blessed
Way your body whine in that sundress
All them other girls cannot contest
Still tryna get you out my head

You got me
F*cked up
Love drunk (oh, oh)
Down bad (down bad)
Too much
You got me (oh, oh)
F*cked up (ooh, ooh, no)
Love drunk (oh, oh)
Down bad (down bad)
Too much (too much, oh)

This summer, I'ma summer like never before
Had a lot of rainy days but I weathered the storm
How you know if he adore if he never Dior?
Yeah, these hoes for everybody, yeah, they never was yours
Yeah, being up's good but I've been down bad
Yeah, I look like new money but I've been 'round bags
Tell her throw me in the game like an inbound pass
'Cause I know you like to ball with your big round ass
And I know that you can't wait to hit a pool party
Come to your old spot with a new body
Vibes at the house with the Bluetooth, shawty
We did what we did, now what it do, shawty?

You got me (oh, oh)
F*cked up (oh, yeah, uh)
Love drunk (ooh, oh, oh)
Down bad (ayy)
Too much
You got me (oh, oh)
F*cked up (ooh, ooh, no)
Love drunk (oh, oh)
Down bad (down bad)
Too much (too much, oh)

You got me
F*cked up
Love drunk (oh, oh)
Down bad (down bad)
Too much (too much)