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letra de bad people - kanye west

[intro: mano & shahram shabpareh]
y’all n-ggas better not be coming around me with that fugazi no more, you know? got that thang for your ass, you know?
(i’m gonna, i’m gonna, i’m gonna, i’m gonna, i’m gonna
i’m gonna have to leave you)

[chorus: kanye west]
bad people, bad people
no bad people, no bad people

[verse 1: kanye west]
i’m on my way to school, to shoot up the school
we gon’ make the news, they gon’ see the blues
they ain’t listen then, bet they listen now
hit em’ with that uh, hit them with that blaow
kissing you farewell for much too long, too much too long

[verse 2: kanye west]
he on his way to school, to shoot up the school
we gon’ make the news, they gon’ see the blues
i’m just so confused, i don’t want to lose
i was born to lose, everybody lose
they ain’t listen then, bet they listen now
hit them with the blaow, hit them with the uh, hit them with the blaow
i got off my meds, all these meds, everybody going to my heads
kissing you farwell for much too long, too much too long
[verse 3: kanye west]
never good at sports, not good with the hoes
i have been exposed, ’till i overdose
but i know one thing they can’t let go off, but i know one thing they can’t let go off
never good at sports, not good with the hoes
i have been exposed, ’till i overdose
but i know one thing they can’t let go off, but i know one thing they can’t wait to close

[verse 4: nas]
a vet stylin’ in met gala, tuna salad from la scala
black sweats, swallow a lot of reefer
god, it hard to quit the bottom feeder, lobster eater
when i fast, i see elijah’s features
a million cash for a nas feature
nah it’s cheaper, do it for free if you do it for me
52 bar verse if the beat is movin’ me
stumble through customs, coppin’ cubans at the duty free
layin’ on the most expensive beds, still i’m losin’ sleep
next to jet’s beauty of the week 1993
chin-grabber, neck-choker, in-her-mouth-spitter
blouse-ripper, ass-gripper, that dig-you-out n-gga
i ain’t gon’ hold you, old head gave me old news
i don’t owe you, shoulda heard when i told you
you are an extension of what i’ve worked hard to build
you believe in your own lies, can’t be real
and the odds is that what you love can k!ll you
like a heart physician who dies from a heart attack
i know the consumer behavior, i target that
you impressed with what they wearin’, i started that
[verse 5: nas]
it’s kinda terrific, the product of sl!ck rick
somebody woulda told me then i would come outta this sh-t rich
and start up a business, i woulda thought they was playin’
all them n-ggas i ran with, all that weight they was weighin’

- kanye west

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