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letra de bad attitude! - michael the kid

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[intro]
stardust season

[chorus: lil playah]
you so fake, no you ain’t real
i’m gettin’ money without a deal
you callin’ my phone, i told you to chill

i’ve been on the grind, i got all my feels
he say he got bands, its not adding up
if she’s not a ten, i’m not gonna f-ck
run up on me, you try your luck

got off my ass, now i’m goin’ up
knew me back then, she was stallin
now the lil’ ho can’t stop callin
tryna maintain from fallin

my dad told me keep ballin
got stump on these n-ggas necks
only talkin’ if you talkin’ bout a check
you a l!ck go ahead and flex
put ten racks on his head

[verse 1: lil playah]
yeah, she bounce on my d-ck like a pogo
can’t believe he thought his b-tch was loyal
got the prada on me, not no goyard
if that, i was always gon’ be a star
what the f-ck about what people say
i gеt money like evеryday
not talkin’ guac, get him outta the way

it’s a big body, no you don’t wanna race
yeah, what you wanna do
i’ll call my troops, they aiming at you
i’ll get you wack for a band or two

i’ll blow a bag when there’s nothin’ to do
i’ll blow a bag, i got nothin’ to lose

feel like lil’ baby, got somethin’ to prove
with a bad light skin, with a bad attitude
let him get outta line, he get put on the news

[chorus: lil playah]
you so fake, no you ain’t real
i’m gettin’ money without a deal
you callin’ my phone, i told you to chill
i been on the grind, i got all my feels
he say he got bands, its not adding up

if she not a ten, i’m not gonna f-ck
run up on me, you try your luck
got off my ass, now i’m goin’ up
knew me back then, she was stallin
now the lil’ hoe can’t stop callin
tryna maintain from fallin
my dad told me keep ballin
got stump on these n-ggas necks (yea)

only talkin’ if you talkin’ bout a check (yea)
you a l!ck go ahead and flex (yea)
put ten racks on his head (lets go)

[verse 2: michael the kid]
got ten racks for his head
it’s too late, you dead
i was getting to the guap, no bread
i ain’t even got no fans
let me get started, i’m back on my feet

if i go r-t-rded, i ain’t even gotta speak
i was runnin’ through the hoes, i don’t even gotta speed
had to catch my breath when i’m talkin’ on the beat

n-ggas wanna talk crazy, like they can compete
that b-tch a bird, she just wanna tweet
mindin’ my business when i’m gettin’ to this wheat
bad attitude, yeah, she for the streets

i was ballin’ on a p-ssy n-gga, and i took his hoe
i was a rookie with recording, but now i’m a gopro
it’s me and lil’ playah goin’ crazy at the show
stop all the hate n-gga, and just grow
[chorus: lil playah]
you so fake, no you ain’t real
i’m gettin’ money without a deal
you callin’ my phone, i told you to chill

i been on the grind, i got all my feels
he say he got bands, its not adding up
if she not a ten, i’m not gonna f-ck
run up on me, you try your luck

got off my ass, now i’m goin’ up

[outro: lil playah]
what you wanna do
i’ll call my troops, they aiming at you
i’ll get you wack for a band or two

i’ll blow a bag when there’s nothin’ to do
i’ll blow a bag, i got nothin’ to lose
feel like lil’ baby, got somethin’ to prove
with a bad light skin, with a bad attitude

- michael the kid

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