Mishaonnab - Real Bad Lyrics

Pretty lil' bitch, but a problem Probably had a few different niggas try to
Holla But she ain't focused on nothin' but a bag
Couple mishads, now they probably miss her bad
She was so shorty when she had to learn the ropes

Dealin' with a nigga that could only feed her hope
And he probably sellin' coke in and out the system
Playin' with her heart and then he turnin' playin' victim
She seen niggas turn to snitches, and niggas act like bitches

But still ah' bleed her heart when you always end up missin
And she not even listen, knowin' the only competition
Is her motherf*ckin' self, she gotta give out what you dishin
And now she turnin' vicious, dealin' with them consequences

And the only thing you left her was some motherf*ckin' pictures
Heart up on her sleeve, it's bout to bust out like a blister
She don't give a f*ck, she probably bust down on your sister
You see you you little mister, you was just a trickster

That showed her how to twist a nigga up like he a wickster
Have him thinkin' she in love the whole time want his finsta
To see what type of groupies he ah' pull so she can finsta
Finsta pack her bags, shit been on relapse

Like a broken record, playin' back to back to back
She tired of givin' trust to all you f*cked up mishads
So the only thing she know is do these niggas real bad
Like a broken record, goin' back to back to back

Only thing she know is do these niggas real bad
Pretty lil' bitch, but she paid
Probably dubbed a couple goofy niggas round the way
But she ain't focused on nothin' but the mula

Couple f*ckin' thousand sent straight to her jewela
She was just a youngin' when he filled her up with shame
Playin a deadly game of love, sweat, tears, and pain
But it ain't no shame in the way that she comin

Bust a couple shorties down for a few hunnids
Baby better tell her how you really f*ckin' want it
She don't give no f*ck, she really treat you like you nothin
Or treat you like you somethin', then next day just get to runnin

Only thing she ever saw was niggas leave after they cumin
Playin' with her heart, you gon' wish you had a heater
She so f*ckin' cold by the way that he mistreat her
Or maybe wanna freeze her so that way that you can keep her

Try to show her how a real one's really supposed to f*ckin' please her
Couple grand a pop on some Rollie and some sneakers
Ice her out like Kash doll, blow that bag or meet the reaper
Sellin' coke is gettin' cheaper, and niggas actin' weaker

She probably give two f*cks, but you should know that she a keeper
Like a broken record, playin' back to back to back
She ain't got no chill, hung her heart up on the rack
Don't be another motherf*ckin' mishad

Another f*ckin' nigga that she gotta do real bad
Like a broken record, goin' back to back to back
Only thing she know is do these niggas real bad