I’m Good at Being Bad TLC

[Intro: Left Eye]
Uh

[Verse 1: Left Eye & Chilli]
Sunny days
Birds singin' sweet-soundin' songs of love (That's so pretty, girl)
As we walk hand-in-hand, just kickin' up sand
As the ocean laps at our feet (Ooh)
I'm in your arms and all of your charms are for me
It's not for me (It's not for me)
(Hahaha, jam, check it)

[Refrain: T-Boz & Left Eye]
I need a crump, tight nigga, make seven figures
Laced with the platinum, not the silver shit, nigga
Exhale cigar, ten-inch or bigger
Know how to lick it and stick it, what, what
Now, don't get me wrong 'cause I'm not a ho (Uh, right?)
But I know what I got, you can't handle though ('Cause what?)
'Cause only real niggas–, what? You don't know
So what you gon' do? What you gonna do? (Wha-wha-wha)

[Chorus: T-Boz & Left Eye]
Nigga, you must be crazy (That's right)
What you gonna do with a bitch like me? (Like me)
I'm so good at bein' bad, I'm the best you never had (Uh-huh, right?)
I epitomize the word sexy (Sexy, yeah)
Nigga, you must be crazy (Uh-huh)
Whatcha gonna do with a bitch like me? (That's right)
You're not so tight (Woo), make you come all night (Haha)
And you can't handle me, baby (Uh)