Below are the complete “Bad News” lyrics by Trey Songz displayed. These lyrics were added August 24, 2010.
Bad News lyrics
Oh, Okay, the news just came in
You got your main is, now Im grabbing, I' m a needy
I' m the man with the drink
But whata nigga think, aint sh*t changed but the color of the leaves
Still em all go hard, I like my dick in ur broad
If you hate that, you can put my dick in yo jaws
And don' t waste that, I will never loose because the lord is favor
Uh, take that. Ive been doing more pain from the game
More strain on the brain and I thought I could sustain
Daddy just died, as I bring my daddy close to me
We gon ride out, drive it up, thats how it' s supposed to be
Life too short for me to worry about your thugs.
God judge me, I give a f*ck about the court
Plus y' all all felt like shaggy was on the court
Don t talk sh*t now, he aint backing up before
But y' all can' t stop me from reaching my goals
You gave behind hell looking through a peep hole.
Tired as a nnnn, I dont never sleep no.
Play the game to win, Ill never cheat though.
Sometimes it seems I will never beat though.
Still how you earn a blow like, C4.
Man they get to take me, no reaper
Man they get to face me, no equal
Fire underneath, T focal my lip
Under your sh*t like im under my pits.
Photograph me in a picture with a pig
That the women love me like it doesn' t exist
Suicide songs I slit my wrists
Suicide knows im gonna whip my sh*t
Do as I can, true as I am, old niggas can never be as new as I am.
I aint sayin the same man, life about evolving.
Many aren' t does the who havent grown as much as Arwin.
Such as this Spartan, triggers such a problem
Aint no mathamatic to equate to where I saw them
Word is im cold, and they just wanna defrost him
Word that my boats and my songs that are awesome
But I dont float, my body on coast, which one pick one
Ill probably and a touch down, just bought a seven knife
And a touch down, thoughts running like a man
Trying to get his gut down
Daydreaming, and my aborted daughters
Trying to put my best foot forward and balance
Like a skater would, searching for a greater good
Running through my old neighborhood, out the door
Reefs, it was Christmas time, 40 chrome piece with a clip inside
Out of yo reach, Salvatore feet
How you doing beats that Im killing so sweet
Sick of niggas hating, quit deliberating
This anti-climatic how your antiques are average or more ass
Said you got it all back, whos to trace im saying.
But your man has all assests