letra de bad guy - beathooven
wake up in the morning getting faded
b-tch it’s 10am and i’m already rollin off the rim
day drinking, got your babymomma with me, and she twerking ass naked
b-tch n-gga back back, before we hop out with that mac
stuffin woods molly ecstasy been gone off them drugs
i f-ck it up, yakman just keep refilling my cup
i take chances mixing liquors, hopin ion ever throw up
i break hearts, pick n choosin b-tches, won’t ever get enough
i get money thumbin through these hunnids, gimme paper cuts
i been switching in n out of lanes, won’t ever get jammed up
free my brudda, that’s my f-ckin n-gga, we be really turnt up
f-ck thе goofies, they some f-ckin rudys intеrnet ass clowns
say get at me, b-tch i want the static, long clip it ain’t jammin
he a stepper but won’t drop his addy don’t make us catch you in traffic
youse a b-tch say you with the sh-ts, don’t make a n-gga expose you
pockets fat, they on peter griffin, f-ck wrong with these hoes
phones ringing, blinging blinging, i decline all of them calls, i be tweaking, bones be twitchin
need to lay off of them drugs, n-ggas mad for no reason, like i done f-cked off with they girl
these hoes be for everybody anyways
callin n-ggas out like the umpire
n-ggas mad go out sad then it’s shots fired
i drive too fast, act a ass, i be too wild
no mask up the glizzy, think he wanna be cool now, ugh
i use to be broke, i stack it up now
i came from nothing, i a never have my handout
get to this money, run a muck, n please don’t make me fan it out
only takin risky routes, we a turn up in a drought.
love it fast, only when it affects the bag
don’t lose count, cause ima make you recount it then count again
we spin it then spin again, i f-ck her then f-ck her friend, no loyalty amongst men
won’t trust em not even kin
wait a minute what’s the business you talkin millions
i’m tryin to hear it, where do i sign, what poor soul do i gotta put on the line
long as it ain’t mines
i’m lookin our for number 1 everything i do i do it for us
i from the jungle ima lion n i’ll eat you for lunch
i see the signs, i can tell you a chump, really ainn built tough as you thought
really can’t walk it out how you talk, now you really gotta stand up
you a b-tch but we knew that, get shot you a victim
press play what’s the issue
you not really tryin to take it there is you
you not really tryin to step is you
you really think im mad about a b-tch i use to nut into
you some kinda stupid ainn you.
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