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cole myer - too bad lyrics

i wanna go to la

i don’t wanna hear about you or the sh+t that you do so i said
get, get, get, get, get to the back of the back, of the back, of the back, of the back, of the back
can’t go out sad, can’t go out like that, i can’t go out like that
i got way too many people counting on me, i can’t go out like that
can’t go sad, can’t go sad on a b+tch
no, no, no, too, too too bad, huh, huh, too, too bad, huh
f+ck on a b+tch, break her back, huh, huh
feel too rad, huh, feel way, way too rad, huh, huh
b+tch, i’m bad, huh, b+tch, i’m better than bad, huh, huh
chiseled jawline like a chad, huh, f+ckin’ that b+tch in the bed, huh

f+ckin’ that b+tch in the back room of the classroom
and i bought a brand new bag just so i could look at her tattoo
she a bad, bad b+tch, i should’ve knew
she a bad, bad b+tch, just look at you
i should’ve flew that b+tch out to cancun and then i cuddled you, haha

put them in a line so i can execute them one at a time
i said that b+tch ain’t mine so she can do what she want, it’s fine
but hold up, i still be f+ckin, i still be makin’ that b+tch cum once in a while
i still be prayin’ to god, i’m looking the sky, that’s only like once in a while
i want a big crib with a gate and a lake and i told a lil’ b+tch that we go to hawaii
if i fly off on a rocket i hope that i do not explode and i do not go die
i got so many hits in the vault i think i’ll be fine when i die
rule number one is do not lack and fact number one is i don’t lie
it’s a tough road and i walk on a tightrope i be doin’ acrobatics and sh+t
i told you that i gotta find my niche and then i scratch that itch
me, yung grady, just some little kids but we was hitting l!cks
i ain’t f+ckin’ with you p+ssy b+tch you hanging out with hicks
i can go and rap like this and still make f+ckin’ hits
you be talkin’ to some hang tooth motherf+ckers with a lisp
i’m that golden boy, the chosen one, you know i’m comin’ crisp
if that boy catch me out in public then he better come equipped
that boy shocked, popped and locked, that boy he is frail he frisk
that boy get shot seven times i told him that’s the risk
f+ckin’ with the younger boys it’s always triple assist
i’m the one that stole your girl you put me on your list
talking bout hits when i’m hitting your girl from the back that p+ssy like abyss
it can get vial, it can get visceral
like it’s a classic it’s getting dismissed
i got a uzi, the uzi just told me that i need to go and pop him with a clip
i got a ball on me, running that sh+t up the field, it’s a takeover causing a bliss

i spent 20k at carl’s jr, i just want a burger
hurry up, what the f+ck’s takin’ so long, i just want my order
i walk in and go and make that b+tch myself, you can’t control her
if they tryna stop, they life expectancy is getting shorter

pump on a b+tch and i feel like the wizard of oz (ha ha ha)
you get your t++th taken out like you wearing some gauze (ha ha ha)
i’m on top of the world like i’m talkin’ to god (ha ha ha)
you can go and act like the man but we know that you not

get, get, get, get, get to the back of the back, of the back, of the back, of the back, of the back
can’t go out sad, can’t go out like that, i can’t go out like that
i got way too many people counting on me, i can’t go out like that
can’t go sad, can’t go sad on a b+tch
no, no, no, too, too too bad, huh, huh, too, too bad, huh
f+ck on a b+tch, break her back, huh, huh
feel too rad, huh, feel way, way too rad, huh, huh
b+tch, i’m bad, huh, b+tch, i’m better than bad, huh, huh
chiseled jawline like a chad, huh, f+ckin’ that b+tch in the bed, huh
man i’m glad, huh, this sh+t better than anything i had
pump on a new b+tch make my old b+tch way way way too mad, huh
can’t be sad, huh, way too bad, way too bad, huh
can’t go out like that, i can’t go out, i’m not that sad, huh

- cole myer lyrics

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