Bad Thoughts Mixed With Weed Lyrics By Sahbabii

Bad Thoughts Mixed With Weed Lyrics By Sahbabii
Bad Thoughts Mixed With Weed Lyrics By Sahbabii

 

Sahbabii Bad Thoughts Mixed With Weed Lyrics, Ayy, ee, ee, ee, yeah Mm, I got a feeling in my gut, this shit don’t feel right (Feel right)
Bad thoughts mixed with weed, betray you on my mind
Bad thoughts mixed with weed, got money on my mind (On my mind)
Bad thoughts mixed with weed, yeah (Weed)

Bad thoughts mixed with weed, yeah (Oh, oh)
Bad thoughts mixed with weed, yeah (Weed)
Bad thoughts mixed with weed, yeah (Weed)
Bad thoughts mixed with weed

Bad thoughts mixed with weed, I’m sittin’ in the dark, yeah (Bad thoughts mixed with weed)
Blowin’ back to back tree (Back to back), hope the ones I love never leave (Never leave)

I’m up here knowin’ no sleep (Knowin’ no sleep)
‘Cause when you sleep is when they creep (Creep, creep)
And when they creep, you better eat (Eat, eat)
Put them niggas in the belly of the beast

Bad thoughts, bad dreams, it rainin’ (Yeah)
It’s pourin’ down (Yeah), finna break my umbrella
Hear a voice in the back of my head (Head), tellin’ me, “Shit gon’ get better”
I want all them niggas dead, bitch, I ain’t never lettin’ up (Lettin’ up)

Yeah, ah, ah
I wanna live forever, oh, oh, oh
When we die where do we go? Oh, oh, oh, oh
It’s so sad nobody know, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

Mm, I got a feeling in my gut, this shit don’t feel right (Feel right)
Bad thoughts mixed with weed, betray you on my mind
Bad thoughts mixed with weed, got money on my mind (On my mind)
Bad thoughts mixed with weed, yeah (Weed)

Bad thoughts mixed with weed, yeah (Oh, oh)
Bad thoughts mixed with weed, yeah (Weed)
Bad thoughts mixed with weed, yeah (Weed)
Bad thoughts mixed with weed

Jump out with no pressure
They strapped, we posted
Bitch, I got good bread, I think I’m better than red lobsters (Better than red lobsters)
Passion for that cantaloupe, energy drinks, bitch, we some monsters (Monsters)
Bitch, I’m havin’ Blues like Imaginary Fosters (Fosters)

Took one of my niggas bitch, that’s gon’ have to cost you (Cost you)
Every day I’m hustlin’, tryna get the Rick Ross Bellaire
All them guns, we tryna trick some bitch, behave (Behave)
He got shot up in his chest, that’s what you get for tryna be brave

Bad thoughts mixed with weed, yeah
Bad thoughts mixed with weed, yeah
Bad thoughts mixed with weed, yeah