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letra de badman* - popcaan

[verse 1: lil durk]
f-cked inside your husband’s crib, ain’t leave no evidence
you like the fact that i’m blunt and i’m arrogrant
see, she look good but she look better without a pair of pants
i ain’t gon’ lie, put my tongue on her pair of tits
and you been feeling them baguettes when you j on
they locked me up and let me out, i feel like akon
you touched me in my private place and i ain’t say nothin’
you touch me, but i can’t touch you back, i said you stay frontin’
ooh, she got chanel shades, that’s a face budget
gucci slides the color pink just like her lace front (trouble)
she put versace on her p-ssy, make it taste funny (yyy)
i f-ck her with stamine, don’t take a break from me
i’m driving fast, she gon’ warn me if the jakes coming
stripper b-tches wanna shake somethin’
she call me for [?] whenever she laid on it
[chorus: popcaan]
mhmm
she a tell me say she a badman, mhmm
badman she want
tell me say she a badman, yeah-e-e
badman she want
tell me say she a badman, yeah-e-e
badman she want
tell me say she a badman, yeah-e-e
badman she want

[verse 2: popcaan]
take her ‘pon the beach side, make she wet like sea bike
gyal you a bruk the buddy right, gyal (weh)
your p-ssy wet like yuh swim
freaky gyal weh can sing
them bad gyal deh yah a weh me like
them no say see me [?]
couple mil deh ‘pon the couch
gyal a push me thing in a the back a fi them throat
rifle under me coat
boy dead off like curry goat
haters want we sink but dirk a keep the thing afloat
murder, murder (weh)

[verse 3: lil durk]
i’m just lowkey in my vibe, i mean high key
and i will my share my other b-tches not my wifey
i put 300k in jewelry on my white tee
i know they mad, and they so mad, they don’t like me
i’m with the [?] me, they didn’t write me
expensive b-tches, they so pricey
you broke her heart, i told her the right thing
but i’m not her saver
i’m too focused on that paper
had to keep a gun inside my crib, ain’t trust my neighbors
i got melodies, i can’t go overseas, i’m a felony
i told you i’m a g, no comparing me
that sh-t’s so scary
i might f-ck her on the sink wearin’ the burberry
[chorus: popcaan]
mhmm
she a tell me say she a badman, mhmm
badman she want
tell me say she a badman, yeah-e-e
badman she want
tell me say she a badman, yeah-e-e
badman she want
tell me say she a badman, yeah-e-e
badman she want

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