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bad terms - ytb fatt lyrics

[intro: ytb fatt & caller]
(you’ll fly too if you link up with frenchie)
yo, *****
hey, in case n0body’s asked you this today, are you okay? are you really fine?
i mean, (i’m alright) you know it’s okay to feel lost sometimes (i’m alright, i’m alright)
it’s alright if you don’t wanna smile, you don’t need to explain bad moments away, we all get them (mhm) and go through them
don’t forget that even the darkest clouds have the sun shining on the other side, so give it time (yeah, you right) and you will be fine
eventually, most likely, you will feel the corners of your mouth naturally rise and you’ll know that it’s real because еverybody will be able to see it in your еyes
but until then, i was just calling to check on you because i was thinking of you (‘preciate ya) and i wanted to make sure that you’re doing alright (uh, huh)

[verse]
rip my auntie baby, this can’t be life (hoo)
i remember every n*gga she had used to hit her, but back then i couldn’t fight
now, in today’s time, i’ll shoot my fire at whoever play with her
i throw my heart in the trash can, being vulnerable, i forgave some n*ggas
gettin’ richer, family good and my hoe cocoa b*tter thick (hoo)
i’m all about my respect, i’ll tell a billionaire to suck my d*ck
my b*tch lit, team lit, i’m lit (hoo)
i’m gettin’ bigger than big, but i ain’t payin’ no n*gga i don’t know to tote the stick
i got my day ones totin’ a (hrr, hrr)
one of my day ones took my love for granted, get him k!lled, n*gga i should
’cause i know if he had this cheese and i did that sh*t, he would
bro called, said, “how it’s lookin’?”, i said, “i’m on bad terms with the hood”
i’m on bad terms with n*ggas i gave a pillow to
i’m on bad terms with n*ggas i gave some covers to
on bad terms with n*ggas who told me you shoot, i shoot
i’m on bad terms with n*ggas who ate my mama food
i call my daughter backdoor gang, wide open
on bad terms with n*ggas i told i’m ridin’, right or wrong
she say, “i’m him”, still know that sh*t if she ain’t told me
and i told bro because i love him (she was down on the dope)
all my young n*ggas sayin’, “if he can do it, i can” (hoo)
all my hoes sayin’, “if you can cheat, then i can” (girl, i’ma f*ck you up)
i know there’s outsiders’ll ruin the plan
gotta keep my head strong ’cause i done seen what p*ssy do to a man
it never fail, see a real k!ller ’round some m’s, they’ll call him soft
n*gga, it never fail ’cause i seen it, you go get rich, she’ll suck you down (uh)
she say she leavin’, but she never leave ’cause i know how to d*ck her down
n*ggas said they comin’ through and never come ’cause we know how to turn ’em around (p*ssy)
i sip champagne in my bathtub, eat her p*ssy in my bathtub
chop off on us, that’s an and*one, left the bodies in my bathtub
my partna beat all of his murder ones, other partner got murder warrants
f*ck, if you ain’t got that money for, i’ma have him go on a run
i sponsored that sh*t
a murder, dime shawty, hoes and drugs, i’m got love for that sh*t (hoo)
fast cars, fast money and molly, i got love for that sh*t
crack, cocaine, g6, tootsie’s, she got love for that sh*t
she ain’t for the gang, but he shot a kid, i ain’t plannin’ on pausin’ that sh*t
or maybe i is, that’s just how it is (uh)
walk through fifty thousand, young fox, catch me at liv (uh)
think about my patna k!llin’ zai, sh*t give me the chills
get a piece of mind every time i get hot in the hills (uh)
can’t let him ’round this sh*t, he ain’t who i thought he was
would’ve shot at her, but i told myself i ain’t sharin’ my love
count seven hundred thousand three hours then i’m done
i get cheated on a lot, but i don’t feel nothin’
[outro]
on bad terms with n*ggas i had love for
on bad terms with n*ggas that i had thugged for
on bad terms with n*ggas i used to thug with
on bad terms with n*ggas i shared the plug with

- ytb fatt lyrics

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