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Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Uh
From the block to the world
Look
[Verse 1]
Came up in the hood by the takeout spot
Soy sauce stains on my white tank top
Uncle in the back playin’ cards, talkin’ stock
I was at the corner store practicin’ my walk
Mama said study, I was studyin’ the fiends
Chrome on the curb, lil’ rust on the beams
Chopstick kid with a big boy dream
Tryna turn fried rice to a big boy scheme (yeah)
Good kid, A’s on the door, that’s me
Still know every single shortcut street
Grandma burnin’ incense, prayin’ I don’t slip
I’m just tryna find a queen with a mean lil’ lip
[Chorus]
I’m a good boy, bad taste
I want a good girl with a bad face (yeah)
Halo sittin’ on a lil’ waist
Pray in the morning, make it shake late (shake, shake)
Good boy, bad taste
Saint in my texts, in my bed she ain’t (nah)
Smile like Sunday, talk like she ain’t safe
I’m a good boy, I just got bad taste (woo)
[Verse 2]
China man posted by the busted gate
Bike on the fence, tryna elevate
Neighbors say hi, old heads say grace
I just see numbers, tryna flip this place
Got both hands in two different worlds
Left hand noodles, right hand pearls
She walk past with the tongue ring showin’
Tat on her thigh say “keep on goin’” (damn)
She like, “You too sweet, you the nice guy type”
I said, “Nice don’t mean I won’t change your life”
She laugh, “You the one mama gon’ trust”
But her eyes say “ride,” not “sit on the bus”
We at hot pot, she dip then tease
Kick off heels, put her toes on my jeans
Chopsticks pause, heart skip one beat
She lick hot broth off her lips, say “eat” (oh)
[Chorus]
I’m a good boy, bad taste
I want a good girl with a bad face (uh)
Halo sittin’ on a lil’ waist
Pray in the morning, make it shake late (shake it)
Good boy, bad taste
Saint in my texts, in my bed she ain’t (she ain’t)
Smile like Sunday, talk like she ain’t safe
I’m a good boy, I just got bad taste
[Bridge]
Got aunties sayin’ I should find a nice wife (nice wife)
But they ain’t seen the way she move at night (at night)
She say “teach me how to use chopsticks right”
I say “cool,” she grab my neck, hold tight (hold tight)
Halal wings, bubble tea date
She in ripped jeans, sittin’ on my crate
Whole hood watchin’ when she pass my gate
They say I’m too pure, I say “blame my taste” (yeah)
[Verse 3]
Report card clean but my search ain’t pure
Want a lil’ trouble I can never quite cure
She got black eyeliner, big hoop rings
Talks back quick to the dudes that fling
I bring her home, incense in the air
Grandma squint hard at the blue dyed hair
She smile sweet, help wash those bowls
Whisper in my ear what she’d do alone (shh)
Two worlds clash in my little front room
Tigress laugh in a porcelain tomb
I’m tryna bridge gaps that they don’t wanna face
Saint in my blood with a sinner in my taste (yeah)
[Chorus]
I’m a good boy, bad taste
I want a good girl with a bad face
Halo sittin’ on a lil’ waist
Pray in the morning, make it shake late
Good boy, bad taste
Saint in my texts, in my bed she ain’t
Smile like Sunday, talk like she ain’t safe
I’m a good boy, I just got bad taste (uh)
[Outro]
From the hood to the gate where the red lamps hang
Good kid, bad pick, that’s the song I sang
Can’t change me
Details
GeneratedFeb 23, 2026
Duration3:22
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Crunchy trap beat with swung drums and thick sub-bass; eerie plucks circling a menacing piano loop. Male vocals, playful but cocky delivery, triplet flows in the verses. Hook pops with stacked ad-libs and call-and-response shouts. Sparse intro, energy spikes in the chorus, final verse leans into rapid-fire rhyme before a cold, abrupt ending.
Credits
Prompt by
Ech0Seth
Ech0SethModelAria v5
Prompt
rap, male , song about a China man in the good who wants a bad bitch, 3 minutes long
