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Down Bad Video (MV)




Performed By: TCBCHASE
Language: English
Length: 1:45
Written by: Chase Clark




TCBCHASE - Down Bad Lyrics
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We was so down bad, probably sink right through the floor
Tried to cop the strap, Sheriff said I needed a note
Ain't clean clothes, dirty laundry on the floor
She didn't match the pic that she posted, leave her at the door
Somethin' in the bag, sellin' meds for the low
Rat ass niggas infectin', snitchin' on they bros
Boy ain't got no cash, but he worried bout what she post
Just know we on that ass, if you think that we some hoes
She thought that it would last, I guess she had high hopes
Tat on her back, she got a skull, she ain't got no soul
Need a Ziploc bag, gas stank, can't keep it in the house
Ain't no chit-chat with that thot, undress that blouse
Ain't no clean clothes, dirty, feel the rags up in the shower
Ain't gon' back and forth, no lil dirk, we gon' shoot it out
Money comin' in, stack it tall, bitch, twin tower
You cant Lil kid, me nigga, I got real power
We was so down bad, probably sink right through the flow
Tryna run it up, feds kick right through the door
I don't know where we go from here, no one knows
Strings aint attached , I ain't tryna hear the dial
She call, phone ring ', I don't need her around
You try to play it down, said I was a clown
Ayy Im king of my city, bitch, you know I run the town
Sippin' on Modelo, I can't sip on no Crown
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We was so down bad, probably sink right through the floor
Tried to cop the strap, Sheriff said I needed a note
Ain't clean clothes, dirty laundry on the floor
She didn't match the pic that she posted, leave her at the door
Somethin' in the bag, sellin' meds for the low
Rat ass niggas infectin', snitchin' on they bros
Boy ain't got no cash, but he worried bout what she post
Just know we on that ass, if you think that we some hoes
She thought that it would last, I guess she had high hopes
Tat on her back, she got a skull, she ain't got no soul
Need a Ziploc bag, gas stank, can't keep it in the house
Ain't no chit-chat with that thot, undress that blouse
Ain't no clean clothes, dirty, feel the rags up in the shower
Ain't gon' back and forth, no lil dirk, we gon' shoot it out
Money comin' in, stack it tall, bitch, twin tower
You cant Lil kid, me nigga, I got real power
We was so down bad, probably sink right through the flow
Tryna run it up, feds kick right through the door
I don't know where we go from here, no one knows
Strings aint attached , I ain't tryna hear the dial
She call, phone ring ', I don't need her around
You try to play it down, said I was a clown
Ayy Im king of my city, bitch, you know I run the town
Sippin' on Modelo, I can't sip on no Crown
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Writer: Chase Clark
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