Bad in December - DJ Zan-D feat. Reason, Ginger Breadman, Stilo Magolide & Sakhekile, Reason, Ginger Breadman

She’s been good all year

But she bad in December

Oh she bad

But she bad in December, yeah

She’s been good all year

But she bad in December

Oh she bad

But she bad in December, yeah

Look at her losing all her morals

Look at her drinking out dem bottles

She’s been good all year

But she bad in December

Oh she bad

But she bad in December, yeah

She’s been good all year

But she bad in December

Oh she bad

But she bad in December, yeah

Gaaahdbody

Thank God for the summertime

For all the hotter dimes

Who got it in, in the winter times

Some are a little finer

And some others are still alright

Many have gone thicker or slimmer

The rest is out of line

So clap for the team (vezi thanga members)

Ya’ll was ready for December (even in September)

Keep on stunting on em through (October to November)

And make em bitches wanna (hit the exit when you enter)

You mommies make us wanna break the budget

And half proposals of discussions over touching something

Maybe take her to the crib and have a private function

And you can be my headliner, for my deductions

With the utmost, I’d like to, indulge you, with much more

Than long strokes, but just know, it’s cause you

Been good all year

But you bad in December

I don’t play that take one for the team shit

Always pick the hotter one

Since ke ringa le wena mommy keng udi bala jwang

Way over the limit imma sip it till the bottles done

Call us all on a new one and proceed to have a lot of fun

Yes Lord

Tell the people that you came with

Grab theyselves a glass

And we can all just get wasted

Killed the last semester

So you out just celebrating

Since you broke up with your man

Your morals

Been deactivated

I ain’t judging

So little, bad backs, no sleep

A whole search

Hashtag on fleek

And this drunk and high girl

That I admire been good all year

So I know she kinda tired

Gonna pass Ciroc and that Grey Goose

Outfit so villainous

Tell her to make to make it true

We can blame it on whatever the reason

You looking badder

Said you lactose intolerant

Never did it for the cheddar

Ma dunusa cause you got it

Not cause it’s your only option

I can peep em from the VI

You scoping with that side eye

Can tell you wanna slide out

Back to the titty right

Titty so big

Imma whip out my viola

Say you know my name

And it ain’t about the fame

But I can whip it from behind

If I let you wear my chain

Yeah I’m bout it

I’m really really bout it

Stilo Magolide

Got the jig dont doubt it

Champagne flowing

Now talent here in the building

Yeah yeah

Put it on me with them titties to the ceiling

Slow wind for me

Yeah I could feel it couple bottles in the tilly

Cause it ain’t about the pictures

Sheeesh