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letra de bad boyz - iz bo

[intro: baglife tee]
baglife, n-gga

[verse 1: baglife tee]
sick i missed another play tryna shop at gucci
never give your b-tch the time of day, i don’t f-ck with hoochies
a b-tch’ll never see where i stay, is you f-ckin’ stupid?
but i’ll let a b-tch hold the k if she can up and shoot it
i ain’t really into showin’ love, i don’t f-ck with cupid
you don’t never see me in the club ’cause they don’t play my music
you’ll only see me in the club if they pay me blue strips
walk around with a k on me, please don’t make me use it
a n-gga ever reach for a chain, then i’m bound to shoot him
three chains flooded with my name, i had to overdo it
wе are not the same, you a lamе, you copy what i’m doin’
askin’ ’bout my chains that gary made, i can point you to him
baglife, n-gga, but i’m with a sak runner
went out west for the winter, i’ll be back in the summer
baby f-ckin’ with a winner, when i f-ck, i change my number
i can take your b-tch to dinner, get a nut, delete her number
[interlude: baglife tee]
baglife, n-gga, but i’m with a sak runner
went out west for the winter, i’ll be back in the summer
baby f-ckin’ with a winner, when i f-ck, i change my number
i can take your b-tch to dinner, get a nut, delete her number

[verse 2: iz bo]
baby girl, you could’ve had a winner, what a bummer
gettin’ head ridin’ down the street, tinted for the summer
crash the party while y’all sleep, we really f-ckin’ up the slumber
i’m a stone cold n-gga, be done hit you with a stunner
girl, you ain’t my b-tch, so how the f-ck am i gon’ stunt her?
never let a b-tch f-ck it up, the money come first
you would get famous, you pay bo or tee for one verse
i ain’t waitin’ on n0body, n-gga, i’ma dump first
i can get a girl out her skirt in the back of the church
(d-mn, bo, your head f-cked up)
have a n-gga k!ll you in your own hood, ain’t gotta slide to the buc
i already peeped you was a ho, i was sizin’ him up
i’ll treat a n-gga like a fraction, dividin’ him up
treat him like an accident or truck that collide with a bus
i’ll smack a n-gga in his mouth, say you higher than us
boy, you never heard of turtle pie, you ain’t fry-der than us

[outro: iz bo]
i had love for twenty hoes that i just can’t cuff
really out here daily with my pole, i just can’t bluff
baby, how you say you got a ‘wood and you just came dutch
i could really tell y’all ’bout some sh-t, but i’ma just not say much
iz bo

- iz bo

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