Bad Intentions - BigKayBeezy

Party, yeah Party My shawty is a good girl (good girl) Not a freak ho (freak ho) Seven-days-a-week ho Seven-days-a-week ho Seven-days-a-week ho Seven-days-a-week, but I bet not today I'll be the last to try to judge you But I'll be the first to try to fuck A lot of niggas'll try to lie to you But lyin' doesn't do too much for me That's why I, yeah Keepin' it a hundred, oh Tryna see you with nothin' on Tryna see you, tryna see you I'm a bad influence, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Bet I'll make you do it, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Know you said you wouldn't, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Said you not a freak I'm a bad influence, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Bet I'll make you do it, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Know you said you wouldn't, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Said you not a freak My shawty is a good girl (good girl) Not a freak ho (freak ho) Seven-days-a-week ho Seven-days-a-week ho Seven-days-a-week ho Seven-days-a-week, but I bet not today I'ma let that blunt burn I'ma let the time roll We can reminisce how when we was just kids How we was gonna ball out Now you out here lookin' good without me, it's makin' me mad You thought you was an angel 'til you ran into tags You lookin' real bad, you lookin' real bad for me No, no, no, no I'm a bad influence, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Bet I'll make you do it, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Know you said you wouldn't, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Said you not a freak I'm a bad influence, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Bet I'll make you do it, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Know you said you wouldn't, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Said you not a freak My shawty is a good girl (good girl) Not a freak ho (freak ho) Seven-days-a-week ho Seven-days-a-week ho Seven-days-a-week ho Seven-days-a-week, but I bet not today You still playin' games and I don't know why Can I buy a vowel, Mrs. DKNY? Mama always told me I'm a handsome guy Well goddamn, goddamn she right Keepin' it a hundred, oh Tryna see you with nothin' on Tryna see you, tryna see you Tryna see you, I'm tryna see you I'm a bad influence, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Bet I'll make you do it, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Know you said you wouldn't, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah And you said you not a freak I'm a bad influence, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Bet I'll make you do it, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Know you said you wouldn't, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm a bad influence, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Bet I'll make you do it, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Know you said you wouldn't, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah And you said you not a freak I'm a bad influence, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Bet I'll make you do it, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Know you said you wouldn't, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah PARTYNEXTDOOR You said you wanted a party, right?

No tuve malas intenciones No tuve malas intenciones Como pensabas I'm so tired of playin games why you actin foolish I be thinkin bout you often when I really shouldn't Actin like I brushed you off when I really couldn't Said you would ride or die knowin good you wouldn't No tuve malas intenciones I been really out the way in my feelings I be smokin all day, I hate dealin Outta all ya last niggas i'm the realest Dime, si tu, quieras que lo Dejamos en el pasado Todo ese tiempo perdido Esto no tenia sentido Had to fight for my life I had tears in my eyes, I had tears in my eyes These bitches left me all alone When I had no one by my side That's why a nigga anti social Need nobody I'll be fine Momma I love you swear to god I'm doin everything I can To get you up and out this hood And send you on your way to France Put my niggas in a wraith Under stars counting bands Walk around Giuseppe steppin Margiela that's on my pants Salte Salte De mi mente ya nunca quiero pensarte Tu lo que quieres, atención y arreglarte Pero que siento por adentro a ti te vale Smitty ion sleep good knowin you in a casket Tears runnin down my face Why the fuck did it happen Prolly would've ended my life if it wasn't for rappin I was dead fuckin broke then introduce to the trappin No tuve malas intenciones I been really out the way in my feelings I be smokin all day, I hate dealin I be smokin all day, I hate dealin No tuve malas intenciones No tuve malas intenciones Como pensabas

I don't got a pencil or pen in this bookbag Added like ten to the clip 'cause it look bad Don't give a fuck if you pissed, nigga, get mad All you can bitch and get killed with your bitch ass Lil' bro got blood on his shirt with his Crip ass Go write a diss and get murked, don't do shit ass Bitch, I'm a star, I might burst with my stiff ass Hop out the car like, "Who want it? Who with that?" I don't know nothin', I was gone when they did that Bandana wrapped where my chrome and my wig at If he want beef, hit his home with a Big Mac Niggas be breaking the code like a Kit-Kat Runnin' your mouth like a ho get you bitch-slapped Actin' too tough get your bitch wrapped up I can make four blunts out a bitch like, "Huh?" I'm rollin' Backwoods, what the fuck is a dutch? And my coupe automatic like, "fuck is a clutch?" And you still rocking PacSun, boy, you a bum Could've bought a new gun, what I spent on my charm I get cheese by the pound, this is not Parmesan I'm smoking broccoli, countin' up lettuce In love with the Glocky, think I got a fetish Kush in my pocket, this shit hella smelly Little Caesars my Glock, keep that bitch hot and ready Finna be summer, go pull out the shirts And go pull out the shovels and water the dirt Niggas been so-called lookin' for me 'Fore I hide from a nigga, I'm poppin' him first If you my bitch, then you gotta be pretty and with it Like, "Bae, put the Glock in your purse" Fuck up your life like some crack or a curse Got a bitch with a pipe in the back of the vert Thinking shit sweet could turn matters to worse Go from Cadillac trucks to a Cadillac hearse Act like you poppin', get popped like a Perc' Front like he got it, we rob him, that's merch Go through his wallet and all of his merch Fuck what you call it, I call it some work And I'm constantly balling like Caris LeVert I ain't fuckin' her raw even off of this Perc' Catch him in traffic, go ape and gorilla Pull up, we scorin' like Damian Lillard He said, "he ain't mean it", well, ain't he a killer? This clip make him dance like he makin' a Triller Love it so much, he just makin' it realer Was tough on the 'net, now his face in a Swisher Lil' bro a quarterback, keep throwin' bullets Hot shit in his stomach, start bakin' his liver All of my lil' niggas earthquake gang 'Cause they tryna make somethin' shake off a jigga I'm from up north, droppin' rakes with the hitter Ten licks in the field like we play for the Steelers Back in the day, I'd snooze off the drank Double cup with the gang, drop an eight in a pitcher Come on the block and we passed her around Heard you lovin' that ho and you faithfully kissin' They know my shit ringin' all through the city They speak on my name, but that's only assumptions I go by Capalot I used to post up at West off the X, lookin' ugly or somethin' Roll with some real ones, free lil' Jo and Wooski 'Cause, bitch, niggas know how my brothers was comin' Ball like I'm Ed and I'm shootin' like lil' Bid And I'm just gon' do it like Dirk when I'm stuntin' I told my shorties to empty them clips They said, "Big bro, we ain't suit up for nothin'" Shots from this pump, like lil' Ricky, he runnin' Uh, blow this four-oh like a trumpet It ain't no question my lil' bro a dog He gon' leave shit on the floor when he dumpin' Might make the news or somethin' for thinkin' shit sweet Caught a shot to the face, now he skunkin' I don't got a pencil or pen in this bookbag Added like ten to the clip 'cause it look bad Don't give a fuck if you pissed, nigga, get mad All you can bitch and get killed with your bitch ass Lil' bro got blood on his shirt with his Crip ass Go write a diss and get murked, don't do shit ass Bitch, I'm a star, I might burst with my stiff ass Hop out the car like, "Who want it? Who with that?" I don't know nothin', I was gone when they did that Bandana wrapped where my chrome and my wig at If he want beef, hit his home with a Big Mac Niggas be breaking the code like a Kit-Kat Runnin' your mouth like a ho get you bitch-slapped