Call Me BAD
• Written by Reaper
Reaper's Notes
Inspiration is from a ladies point of view...maybe?
Baby call me bad.
They way I dress is mad.
It leaves a nigga thinking for a week in.
Fantasizing about them weekends.
I got money dripping from my pockets.
I got plenty bum bitches watching from the deep end.
See I walked in while she creeped in.
She peaced out.
She is leaving.
You telling me she's a beast, now?
And I'm what?!
I won't fucks with you!
That's why I'm cheesing.
I got fake people, chomping down.
Telling me that its my town.
Son!
I just came around.
And my new kicks don't need to shimmer down.
You old kicks won't find new chicks.
Even though there's plenty to go around.
I don't want no shawties lined up in a row.
I'm as straight as straight needs to go.
You as fake as fake needs to know.
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Reaper
Member since November 26 2013