teyana taylor – bad boy lyrics
bad boy
(feat. honey cocaine)
[teyana taylor:]
shawty got potential, but he don’t need a sponsor
you should see his goons more n-gg-s than a concert
body like teyana, stomach looking proper
eyes half close, cause she’s smoking on a that gonga
hold up!
hard denims and cardigans they all rugby
he my little bad boy, sean puffy!
giving me stacks some racks tee take that
smoking on that james brown its the pay back
i’ll be his hood girl, i’ll put that grind in him
so inked up, i could write my rhymes with them
he gave me over his, but let me borrow mine
in the shoe spiked up, like a porky pine.
he love my harlem -ss
the way my swag pop a real bad b-tch, never needed -ss shots!
two door coupe all white whole thang
cause when i see him i be like honey and that cocaine
[chorus:]
a bad boy, real when i need a rep
and his only compet-tion is the irs
a bad boy, a real one i need that
and his only compet-tion is the irs
make money, money
make money, money
make money, money, make money, money
and everybody
say take money, money, take money, money
take money, money, take money, money
irs!
[honey cocaine:]
yo who needs a bad boy, but it feels good, though
not rapping while he chilling in the hood, yo
all the girls want the money, i don’t need sh-t
cause i can do my own work as a queen sh-t!
you know i share money in the stockets
swag out the world they see him and he’s a topic
he beat the kiddy up a dog like…
them jordan’s all fire, jewels icy
uh, him stupid is not likely,
cause all my guys hood smart i like them just like me!
now we’re down at the club with some weed smoke
and a g knows g cause a g knows
hit the mothers say something this b-tch is awesome
bonnie and clyde through the game cause we bossin….
i want a thug life run we with them bad toys
but its all good cause
he’s a, he’s a…
[chorus:]
a bad boy, real when i need a rep
and his only compet-tion is the irs
a bad boy, a real when i need that
and his only compet-tion is the irs
make money, money
make money, money
make money, money, make money, money
say take money, money, take money, money
take money, money, take money, money
irs!
[teyana taylor & honey cocaine:]
you’re my little bad boy, bad boy, bad boy [x2]
hold up!
who needs a bad boy, but it feels good though, good though [x2]
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