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letra de badass [remix] - kid ink

[chorus: kid ink]
i’m feeling like a man of the hour, tear down the house
throwing this money like it’s no running out
okay, but i wanna know, can you get any higher?
and drop it down the pole like it’s a fire
now let me see just what you’re doing with your bad -ss
i can’t help but watch you move it with your bad -ss
let me see just what you’re doing with your bad -ss
i can’t help but watch you move it with your bad -ss

[verse 1: kid ink]
i’m feeling like the man of the hour, but give me a minute
i’ll be the man of the year, before the season is finished
i’m on a hunt for that -ss, ciroc pool in your stomach
i hope you know how to swim before i drown you in money
now girl i ain’t even counting, never been into math
you got me going so broke, i think that i need a cash
just throw it all in the air and in yo face like a mask
i got a couple freaky things i don’t know if i could ask you
now come over here and show me that you bad
straight out detention, no pretending, i can see in yo calves
you got the strength to hold it up and don’t you ever collapse
so high i think i’m about to relapse

[verse 2: wale]
i’m the man of the hour, money and power
and the humble ain’t feed me so i got that geechi sh-t out me
and the city is ours, where the k!llers devour
where the n-ggas lift smithens and the victims lift a few flowers
okay what i see dog you and me not cool, bet they be loud when i leave out room
knowing how you move how you got good shoes, when the heat on n-ggas be like pyoom
young n-gga with some old riches
and the coldest women i be with weave on necole b-tchie’s
the broad let me i sweat it out like p90 get me doe
and i’m sure she’s got them cakes but i’m trying to see that throat
35-o-o my coat, we high choking on that dope
turn around girl let a n-gga know, double m young olu ghost

[verse 3: meek mill]
i’m feeling like the man of the hour, host of the evening
these n-ggas is haters, they know that we eating
i got a b-tch she jamaican, f-ck her slow when we speaking
i get your chick and i take her, talking cabo for the weekend
i’m just a young n-gga outchea balling, all these bad b-tches calling
rollie all flooded new orleans and a big rolls royces, can’t park it
i got gold rims on my ash martin and i’m rolling up in that foreign
i said all my b-tches half foreign, you could run tell that ask martin, hold up
i flex hard on instagram, post your b-tch going insta-ham
pyrex pot that’s insta-grams, drop that work that’s insta-bands
and i’m sitting man, on a couple mill, swear my life’s so f-cking real
back to the wall like f-ck the world, a n-gga say f-ck me, i’mma f-ck his girl like woah

[outro]
now let me see just what you’re doing with your bad -ss
i can’t help but watch you move it with your bad -ss
let me see just what you’re doing with your bad -ss
i can’t help but watch you move it with your bad -ss

- kid ink

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