Fredo Bang - Bad Decisions

Fredo Bang - Bad Decisions Lyric

(Heero)
Niggas be havin' me sideways with this shit, man (No, no, no, no)
If we're bein' for real, that shit be hard sometimes (Hardbody) (no, no)
No, no, no (oh, it's a whole lot of Money over there)

Tryna find some love up in this world, this shit just need to hurt
Make excuses just to medicate, I'm fucked up on these perc's
Mama say I should hit up Irene, but I won't go to church
Say you down to ride, I'ma test you out and send a Uber first
Say you down to slide, I seen too many bitches hit that curb
Jail time and lawyer fees, I done seen too many leave they work
Wanna take a trip but you need heron every fuckin' first
Bitch don't even wanna go to work, why would we go to church?
Bitch don't even wanna keep it real before you buy her a purse
Bitch wanna pop a bottle in a section just to say she turnt
Bitch put on her lace before she give her child a clean shirt
If you listenin', ladies, please put your child first

No, no, no, no, no-no (f-fucked over this shit)
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (y'all already know I'm havin' this shit)
Yeah-yeah (the crazy things we'll do for love)
Yeah-yeah, yeah (I'ma give to 'em)
Huh, huh

Hit your DM, get your number
If we fuck, it's on the other
If I'm rockin' with you, then it's one hundred, you ain't gotta wonder
Hate a bitch that think it's sweet, the type to make the cookie crumble
I can save a bitch like superman, but you ain't wonder woman
I can save a bitch, but these hoes be the type to pull you under
Be pressin' me 'bout bitches and you textin' another niggas' numbers
I'm gon' block your shit, I don't give a fuck if you my baby mama
Why wouldn't I put another bitch in the game if you gon' steady fumble?

No, no, no, no, no-no
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (no, no, no)
Yeah-yeah (the crazy things we'll do for love)
Yeah-yeah, yeah
Huh

Kiana got a Gucci bag, Jada got some Tiffany
Ci had got some Gucci, too, her first designer came from me
Jada don't pick up the phone, me and Ci don't even speak
But you can ask Kiana, ain't too many niggas as real as me
Baby mama got some bags, baby mama got Givenchy
Baby mama told some lies, found out the truth, it hurt my feelings
Spent about a twenty-five, then I spent another fifty
Blew over a hundred thou', but I still went made some bad decisions

No, no, no, no, no-no (like a bitch be wantin' me to buy a lil', you hear me?
I don't, nigga, I don't get that)
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (this fake, that fake)
Yeah-yeah (the crazy things we'll do for love)
Yeah-yeah, yeah (no shit real without you)
Huh

I ain't trippin' on you, I'ma stand on that shit, man (no, no, no, no)
I've been lonely all my motherfuckin' life (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I can't go out all by myself, you heard me? (The crazy things we'll do for love)
Yeah, yeah, huh
No, no, no, no
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
The crazy things we'll do for love
Yeah, yeah, yeah