Dom Kennedy - 2Bad lyrics

[Hook: Tish Hyman] You're too bad, baby, I just had to tell you You're too bad and now I wanna get familiar You're too bad, oh, gotta get to know ya You're too bad, yeah, girl, you're too bad [Verse 1: Dom Kennedy] Bet they never saw this comin' Size 5'6" crop top and hip-huggers Cinnamon Big Red MAC gloss, her lips covered Couldn't tell you how I felt then, hope this does it And when we out in public, got you blushin' and all that Hook my homeboy up wit' ya cousin and all that We can hop in my third whip and swerve sh**, my turn Aye, how many times you heard this? (You're too bad) But you don't make me nervous I take you somewhere phones ain't got service Grab a twelve-pack, let me nail that Aye, I can't even smell that And I can tell that you treat your body well Gon' give 'em hell, yeah We pullin' up for real, Benz like Denzel, yep Watchin' Mo' Better Blues from rooms with way better views If we talkin' 'bout for you, then it ain't no better dude, feel me? [Hook] [Verse 2: Dom Kennedy] Aye, and I never saw this comin' Runnin' through twelve-pack magnums, them big rubbers Now she wit' OPM, we can do big numbers Her old boyfriend realizin' he did love her I wake up every mornin' same time, like ten-somethin' Do some push-ups, couple crunches to "Been Thuggin'" Hit the studio, [lighter flick], and I spend somethin' Buy a house first, then I'm a go get my wrist flooded Cause money get n***as in the club, the list doesn't I only wanna wear my own clothes like Ben Hundreds And stay in big casinos, navy chinos All weed, n***a, no premos, haha yeah Still watchin' Mo' Better Blues Stay in, order food, white robe, get her nude (Woo) From rooms with way better views If we talkin' 'bout for you, then it ain't no better dude, feel me? [Hook]