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Good 2 Bad
Jay Montana
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(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
Uh, uh
Yeah, yeah
Uh, look at me now, I'm smokin' grade A, I never went to class (I never went to class)
We turn jack boys to ash, we turn good girls to bad (good girls to bad)
Come through every time, so when I tell you no, you can't be mad (yeah)
I pour up every line until I'm out of syrup, shit goin' bad
She want her hair done, a handbag, I spoil her like her dad
Know you pussy, bro gon' make you bleed, you should've wore a pad (yeah)
I'll do anything but crash, I got way too much to lose
Why you bringin' up the past? You must tryna make the news
Why you bringin' up my pills? You can't tell me how to move
Never bring up my religion, pop out Bape, a pair of Trues (true Religion)
You stay fuckin' up my self-esteem, I gave you all the tools (all the tools)
Yeah, huh, I'm in that zone, I damn near don't need autotune (autotune)
Yeah, get high alone, don't feel like home but in my room (in my room)
I been cursed since I was born on the 24th of June (yeah)
I kept goin' until I won, but they warned me I would lose
Yeah, a lot of bread, a lot of drugs, a lot of goons
I'm still ridin' 'round with my tool, still sell bags like the shit cool
You know everything be fancy, you with me, it ain't no rules
Promethazine fuckin' my mood up, too high, I miss school
I would say the bitch just fuckin' me, but I'd be a fool
Look at me now, I'm smokin' grade A, I never went to class
We turn jack boys to ash, we turn good girls to bad
Come through every time, so when I tell you no, you can't be mad
I pour up every line until I'm out of syrup, shit goin' bad (yeah)
She want her hair done, a handbag, I spoil her like her dad
Know you pussy, bro gon' make you bleed, you should've wore a pad (ooh)
I'll do anything but crash, I got way too much to lose
Why you bringin' up the past? You must tryna make the news
Why you bringin' up my pills? You can't tell me how to move
Never bring up my religion, pop out Bape, a pair of Trues
You stay fuckin' up my self-esteem, I gave you all the tools
Yeah, huh, I'm in that zone, I damn near don't need autotune
Mm, yeah, damn near don't need autotune
Yeah, fuckin' with my mood
Uh, mood
Mm, yeah
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