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Bad ideas, got a couple of friends coming With some bad ideas, but shit, the clock still running Was a bad idea to have you come out here for something Baby, bad idea 'cause you ain't come out here for nothing Out in Santa Maria, I heard you tell me that you love me Was a bad idea 'cause right now, shit 'bout to get ugly Got a few phone calls, my nigga hit me 'bout the money Soon as you dozed off, I got the trap back jumping The fall off, no time soon And pussy never made me move She called off, still came through I'll always come find you Knew from the jump, know this ain't what you want But you always find a way back She know I'm dangerous, that's where she feel safe at I'm too contagious, I guess you can't face, it's a Bad idea, got a couple of friends coming With some bad ideas, but shit, the clock still running Was a bad idea to have you come out here for something Baby, bad idea 'cause you ain't come out here for nothing Out in Santa Maria, I heard you tell me that you love me Was a bad idea 'cause right now, shit 'bout to get ugly Got a few phone calls, my nigga hit me 'bout the money Soon as you dozed off, I got the trap back jumping Letras de canciones Ayy, foo, so before bro get in the whip, how we runnin' this? So this the plot Bro coming down right now, we finna spin to the party, you feel me? I already got the bitches there waiting for him Liquor him up, turn him up, make sure he having a good time All right Then when it's all said and done and he ain't on his tip, what? I'ma shoot the text, she gon' send him to the back We gon' be back there and we gon' strip that nigga For that stupid ass chain, for all the bread in his pockets On me He ain't gon' be having such a good— Oh, hold up, here come this nigga right now, hold up, hold on What up, Birdie? What it do, what it do? What's good, big dog? What's good, my nigga? Happy birthday, foo Ayy, thank y'all, bro, look at this chain my girl got me Man, that shit fire, man, on me, you might wanna tuck that Nah, for real From Letras Mania