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letra de oh, my bad! (remastered) - misspoken

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(yeah yeah)

[chorus]

feeling my soul rotting b-tch i’m bound to be a body yeah

b-tch i’m on a diet, cause a riot b-tch i’m wildin’ yeah

go back 50 mileage, ain’t got mileage b-tch i’m riding yeah

wielded with a stencil, got a pencil b-tch, i’m writing yeah

come in with the sauce, drip on your socks the clock tick tock, yeah

i don’t feel like folding, ain’t no folding b-tch get older yeah

b-tch i caught up on it like a trend b-tch imma set it yeah

i feel like a train cuz im the tracks cuz i pave it

if i keep on doing this, then imma get payments, yeah

no more being poor, just living in mommas bas-m-nt, yeah

i’ll be counting stacks, 100 grams upon the pavement, yeah

oh, my bad, no wishes, no patience, yeah

[hook]

oh my bad b-tch, oh my bad b-tch i can’t have it, no i can’t have it

oh my bad b-tch, oh my bad b-tch i can’t have it, i can’t have it

there ain’t no dreamin’ i cannot have it i gotta be schemein’, schemin’ for the money, i can’t be having it, no one can have it oh, my bad b-tch, oh, my bad b-tch

[verse]

yeah, feeling my soul rotting coming out of the garbage, hold back carnage i’m f-cking running around like i’m dying, in a riot i’m dying, i’m flying inside of this mind in disguise its just tyranny

feeling the irony letting your iron leak post it to liveleak

just to let you know that’s how i be

keep telling those lies, b

i’ll make you good friends with an i.v, try me

god please, don’t let this man get right next to me

stand back please, someone call the police

it’s a stampede oh please oh, my bad b-tch

oh, my bad

oh, my bad

guess waiting patiently is so bad yeah

[chorus]

(yeah yeah)

feeling my soul rotting b-tch i’m bound to be a body yeah

b-tch i’m on a diet, cause a riot b-tch i’m wildin’ yeah

go back 50 mileage, ain’t got mileage b-tch i’m riding yeah

wielded with a stencil, got a pencil b-tch, i’m writing yeah

come in with the sauce, drip on your socks the clock tick tock, yeah

i don’t feel like folding, ain’t no folding b-tch get older yeah

b-tch i caught up on it like a trend b-tch imma set it yeah

i feel like a train cuz im the tracks cuz i pave it

if i keep on doing this, then imma get payments

no more being poor, just living in mommas bas-m-nt

i’ll be counting stacks, 100 grams upon the pavement

oh, my bad, no wishes, no patience, yeah

- misspoken

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