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letra de bad guy - quando rondo

[intro]
(bos goin’ crazy)
(kutta, cut that sh-t up, man)

[chorus]
still on the block, clutchin’ on my glock ’cause i know the opps preyin’ on me (preyin’ on me, preyin’ on me)
tears in her eyes, seen my auntie cry, but i know she still prayin’ for me (prayin’ for me, prayin’ for me)
oh, n-ggas want me dead, that’s what they say ’bout me (say ’bout me)
money on my head, but i ain’t worried ’bout it (worried ’bout it)
i feel like it’s just me versus everybody (oh, yeah)
i don’t know how, but somehow i’m still the bad guy

[verse 1]
the bad guy, but sh-t be good when you be givin’ up
i really grew up in the projects, but waterfalls in the ceilin’ (oh, oh yeah)

so many problems (oh), the only thing could solve it is m&ms
i went to juvenile, i had to tote that strap after dark
got out of juvenile, that’s when i rapped with flash on the park
he told me i could make it out, that sh-t was rare where i’m from
i got a fifty-round drum ’cause they don’t care what i’m from (no)
i’d rather be the bad guy ’cause the good die young
i couldn’t get the brand new jordans, adopted mother was strugglin’ (oh, oh)
i got a zip where i met pip from frazier home, i’m a gunner (yeah, yeah)
and even though pooda don’t love me (yeah), he the one show me hustle
[chorus]
still on the block, clutchin’ on my glock ’cause i know the opps preyin’ on me (preyin’ on me, preyin’ on me)
tears in her eyes, seen my auntie cry, but i know she still prayin’ for me (prayin’ for me, prayin’ for me)
oh, n-ggas want me dead, that’s what they say ’bout me (say ’bout me)
money on my head, but i ain’t worried ’bout it (worried ’bout it)
i feel like it’s just me versus everybody (oh, yeah)
i don’t know how, but somehow i’m still the bad guy

[verse 2]
oh
bentley bentayga, hit the road
these n-ggas savin’ up these hoes
can’t put the paper ‘fore my bros (ayy, can’t put the paper)
dear father (dear father), i’ve been through some things in my life
in the back of the police car, i had some chains on my arms (my son)
show me the way it still ain’t got done (uh)
that sh-t a shame, can’t come outside unless that thing on my side

[outro]
man, this sh-t crazy
i came from the bottom, reached the top and it still feel like i’m at the bottom
but you know tables turn though
and when the tables do turn, you can’t sit at my sh-t, ho

- quando rondo

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