John Anthony (Rap) - Down Bad

〈verse 1〉
Yeah
'cause i gotta feel for you
Can't tell if you notice it too
They tell me don't rush anything
But i'm going quick with the moves
She fine as fuck and i need it
I'm just tryna tell ya the truth
I'm terrible at keepin' a secret
So i ain't gon' keep it from you
Don't care if there's nothing to lose
I'm talkin' like fine dinner at a different state, gotta bottle or two
I'm talkin' the highest room at the vegas suite with the prettiest view
I'm talkin' that everything, girl you already know i simp for you
I wish i can show you off like a fresh whip, when you buyin' it new
Or buyin' a few
I ain't not sayin' this shit to be tryin' for you
I know that it's easy to say what you wanna hear, i ain't lyin' to you
You workin' out hard for that body you got, that's why i be eyin' at you
Shit, i ain't not down bad, you the type of girl i be dyin' to do
For real

〈bridge〉
Nah
Yep, over and over
Yeah
(yeah)
(ah shit, like whoa)
〈verse 2〉
Damn, 5k for the iced out chain 'round my neck, lil bitch, aye
Run up with you with the nine, still got the tags on it, lil bitch, aye
I just took her through the backroad, i don't waste time with lil bitch, aye
Turn the city to the bad boy, you gon' see just how the villain gets, whoa
Summer cake, down at venice, gotta eat it up like i'm a first date
Or gotta eat it up like i'm 'bouta celebrate shit like a birthday
Sleepin' on me like hotel, probably never thought i'd be surestay
A decade later and i'm still shakin' all you rappers up like an earthquake
I don't gotta hit 'em up
I don't gotta do a thing to fuck with these rappers who never be doin' enough
I don't gotta say a word or spit ya verse to show ya i ain't givin' a fuck
Standin' on business like thirteen in tb, you know i'ma keep a buc
Top of the mountain, i promise that shit where i'm stayin' and i ain't not givin' it up
Damn
Talkin' numbers like a bank teller
Fuck your records, man they ain't sellers
Ibuprofen to the world, i'ma top dog like a fuckin' painkiller
Sample on ya like i'm j dilla
Shawty fuck with me and yet i ain't with her
But still i'm 'bouta do the what?
Like what?
Like what?
Like still i'm dealin' with the fake shit
Same shit i had in grade six
Same shit that had my friends slither 'round my back, like i'm in a snake pit
Ain't down bad, i'm impatient
Y'all blurs to me, fuck a lasik's
Mother fuckers mad but they ain't shit
Yeah