I can see why they don't like that
Thats why they mad
I know I can get it right back
Im in my bag
They be faking they ain't bout that
They all cap
If you really want that contact
Its all bad
I ain't even from the streets but I still keep one under me
In apartment fourteen and it ain't nothing luxury
Had to help my momma out theres times she couldn't pay the lease
It didn't make no sense most of friends had more money than me
Yeah
Now I'm activated
I don't do no payments
You know what you paying
Make the bed you lay in
I know where you staying
Look outside, we waiting
If nothing changes , sh*t get dangerous
You know what I'm saying
Yeah
Back then you ain't want me
Now you all up on me
This ain't what you wanted
You can hit my homies
I just want the money
I count it up when I'm lonely
She be asking for it but, she ain't getting sh*t from me
Im bout my time like a Rollie
If I hit the block I pass the rock like Shaq and Kobe
A lot of things changed you don't know me like the old me
Dont you say a thing I don't be around police
I can see why they don't like that
Thats why they mad
I know I can get it right back
Im in my bag
They be faking they ain't bout that
They all cap
If you really want that contact
Its all bad
I can see why they don't like that
Thats why they mad
I know I can get it right back
Im in my bag
They be faking they ain't bout that
They all cap
If you really want that contact
Its all bad
Bitch I know you mad
I can see it on your face
I got a perky apple booty
And a itty bitty waist
Your man he gotta candy crush
Now he wanna know my taste
Known for giving pretty face
And putting hoes into they place
I rode the beat cause its a wav
And I own it like a slave
Bae been gone a couple days
Until I popped up on his page
Mad before you even met me
Now your comments full of rage
Yes this shit drive you insane
He drinking all my purple rain
Suckin' on a candy cane
He say he like me for my brain
Now I gotta do my thing
And knock his ex hoe out the frame
I see why she mad huh
She don't like that
Look at what I have on
Don't think he coming back
I can see why they don't like that
Thats why they mad
I know I can get it right back
Im in my bag
They be faking they ain't bout that
They all cap
If you really want that contact
Its all bad
All Bad (feat. LayDe) Video (MV)
Performed By: Ty Spacely
Language: English
Length: 2:37
Written by: Stephanie Delice, Tyler Hamilton
Ty Spacely - All Bad (feat. LayDe) Lyrics
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I can see why they don't like that
Thats why they mad
I know I can get it right back
Im in my bag
They be faking they ain't bout that
They all cap
If you really want that contact
Its all bad
I ain't even from the streets but I still keep one under me
In apartment fourteen and it ain't nothing luxury
Had to help my momma out theres times she couldn't pay the lease
It didn't make no sense most of friends had more money than me
Yeah
Now I'm activated
I don't do no payments
You know what you paying
Make the bed you lay in
I know where you staying
Look outside, we waiting
If nothing changes , sh*t get dangerous
You know what I'm saying
Yeah
Back then you ain't want me
Now you all up on me
This ain't what you wanted
You can hit my homies
I just want the money
I count it up when I'm lonely
She be asking for it but, she ain't getting sh*t from me
Im bout my time like a Rollie
If I hit the block I pass the rock like Shaq and Kobe
A lot of things changed you don't know me like the old me
Dont you say a thing I don't be around police
I can see why they don't like that
Thats why they mad
I know I can get it right back
Im in my bag
They be faking they ain't bout that
They all cap
If you really want that contact
Its all bad
I can see why they don't like that
Thats why they mad
I know I can get it right back
Im in my bag
They be faking they ain't bout that
They all cap
If you really want that contact
Its all bad
Bitch I know you mad
I can see it on your face
I got a perky apple booty
And a itty bitty waist
Your man he gotta candy crush
Now he wanna know my taste
Known for giving pretty face
And putting hoes into they place
I rode the beat cause its a wav
And I own it like a slave
Bae been gone a couple days
Until I popped up on his page
Mad before you even met me
Now your comments full of rage
Yes this shit drive you insane
He drinking all my purple rain
Suckin' on a candy cane
He say he like me for my brain
Now I gotta do my thing
And knock his ex hoe out the frame
I see why she mad huh
She don't like that
Look at what I have on
Don't think he coming back
I can see why they don't like that
Thats why they mad
I know I can get it right back
Im in my bag
They be faking they ain't bout that
They all cap
If you really want that contact
Its all bad
Thats why they mad
I know I can get it right back
Im in my bag
They be faking they ain't bout that
They all cap
If you really want that contact
Its all bad
I ain't even from the streets but I still keep one under me
In apartment fourteen and it ain't nothing luxury
Had to help my momma out theres times she couldn't pay the lease
It didn't make no sense most of friends had more money than me
Yeah
Now I'm activated
I don't do no payments
You know what you paying
Make the bed you lay in
I know where you staying
Look outside, we waiting
If nothing changes , sh*t get dangerous
You know what I'm saying
Yeah
Back then you ain't want me
Now you all up on me
This ain't what you wanted
You can hit my homies
I just want the money
I count it up when I'm lonely
She be asking for it but, she ain't getting sh*t from me
Im bout my time like a Rollie
If I hit the block I pass the rock like Shaq and Kobe
A lot of things changed you don't know me like the old me
Dont you say a thing I don't be around police
I can see why they don't like that
Thats why they mad
I know I can get it right back
Im in my bag
They be faking they ain't bout that
They all cap
If you really want that contact
Its all bad
I can see why they don't like that
Thats why they mad
I know I can get it right back
Im in my bag
They be faking they ain't bout that
They all cap
If you really want that contact
Its all bad
Bitch I know you mad
I can see it on your face
I got a perky apple booty
And a itty bitty waist
Your man he gotta candy crush
Now he wanna know my taste
Known for giving pretty face
And putting hoes into they place
I rode the beat cause its a wav
And I own it like a slave
Bae been gone a couple days
Until I popped up on his page
Mad before you even met me
Now your comments full of rage
Yes this shit drive you insane
He drinking all my purple rain
Suckin' on a candy cane
He say he like me for my brain
Now I gotta do my thing
And knock his ex hoe out the frame
I see why she mad huh
She don't like that
Look at what I have on
Don't think he coming back
I can see why they don't like that
Thats why they mad
I know I can get it right back
Im in my bag
They be faking they ain't bout that
They all cap
If you really want that contact
Its all bad
Writer: Stephanie Delice, Tyler Hamilton
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid