Bad Hoe - Tom The Mail Man

Bad Hoe - Tom The Mail Man Lyrics

My last song started with a bad hoe
Your past don't matter, I was bad too
Yeah, I like my girls a lot a bit badder than yours
My last song started with a bad hoe
And yeah your ass got fatter, it was mad small
Girl, I’m not so sure that fucking with me is the cure

But if you want to, I don't care
I won't keep waiting, come right here
You know I’m bad, you still won't disappear
I'm loving this fame and it's grinding your gears, oh
Your last man said your special and I said you're a piece of shit
When it all falls down
When you come around
Just know I told you this

My last song started with a bad hoe
Your past don't matter, I was bad too
Yeah, I like my girls a lot a bit badder than yours, okay
My last song started with a bad hoe
Yeah, your ass got fatter, it was mad small
Girl, I'm not so sure that fucking with me is the cure

Don't make this mistake again
I’m here to fuck
I’m not your friend
I'm not your lover
Not your man
So don’t come here searching for love again, uh
I understand you're
Not up to speed, but
This isn't my fault, not up to me it's
All up to you, you got beef with the streets
Bitch, you’ll get it slowly, just know I told you this

My last song started with a bad hoe
Your past don't matter, I was bad too
Yeah, I like my girls a lot a bit badder than yours, okay
My last song started with a bad hoe
Yeah, your ass got fatter it was mad small
Girl, I'm not so sure that fucking with me is the cure