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letra de bad night - ripluwi & lilac00

[part i]

[intro]
what? english, motherf-cker, do you speak it?
yes!
then you know what i’m saying
what i-
say what again! say what again! i dare you, i double dare you motherf-cker, say what one more godd-mn time
what?
do you look like a b-tch?

[chorus: kanye west]
somebody
gotta be the bad guy
i had a bad day at work
don’t wanna have a bad night, ayy

[verse 1: kanye west]
woo! toppin’ on like i’m nina
woo! toppin’ on, you gon’ need one
woo! if i say somethin’ indecent
woo! she gon’ suck me off like a capri-sun
huh? i might have to jump from the three-point line
i can see you down, ah, she straight lyin’, uh
she been on my body, but i know she not
throw it back up on it when i know she got it
[chorus: kanye west & young thug]
somebody
gotta be the bad guy (hey, ooh)
i had a bad day at work (thugger)
don’t wanna have a bad night

[verse 2: young thug]
okay, like shawty said
she suck my d-ck on a planе, call her airhead
beat it, bеat it like shawty red
three b-tches on my d-ck, ms. ed, edd and eddy
n-gga sh-ttin’ on these n-ggas, baby, flee out
50k spent on a new jet, n-gga, flee out
hunnid thousand dollars on these shoes, n-gga, flee out
n-gga, quit and start sh-t, and then plead out (black)
you better believe lil’ mama just fleed out
dirty mouth, need to be cleaned out
smokin’ cookie, no girl scout (one thousand spend on me a jeep)
i might say it just to make a b-tch look down at my wrist
see the motherf-ckin’ gliss?
b-tch is shinin’ like qay
yeah, rings on my finger so big, godd-mn, it’s equator
i was sittin’ on like 14 acres
but i’m still a young hood n-gga, still cable
at anytime i can flip
all the real teddy mother hold a deal, on the sh-t
all is well
can’t you smell what i’m saying?
can’t you smell what i’m laying?
messaging my sh-t
f-ck n-gga, what you doing?
[chorus: kanye west]
somebody
gotta be the bad guy
i had a bad day at work
don’t wanna have a bad night

[bridge: young thug]
i ain’t new to this sh-t, f-ck-n-gga
i’m trappin’ from the other side
so get outta your seat, stand up (woo)
stand up
a f-ck-n-gga hate me while his old lady partic-p-te
please tell that lil’ n-gga man up (lil’ n-gga, stand up, woo)
stand up (lil’ n-gga, stand up)
stand up (hey, hey)
hey, hey, stand up, stand up, stand up

[outro: kanye west]
i’m always in them “i ain’t never seen those”
750 color palette mean though
on my queen’s toes, valentinos
in the winter time wearin’ spring clothes
rap tarantino, off a couple glasses of the pino
uh, they say yeezy gon’ sell out
i guess you right if you see how much i pre-sold
if they knew they was slaves, i coulda freed more
and really, what the f-ck is freedom?
’cause anybody thinkin’ that we free dumb
kids out here in the streets dyin’ three young
so i keep my hoodie on like trayvon
if i pull up on your block, the whole street run
this ain’t nothin’ new, though, it’s a rerun
[part ii]

[intro: young thug]
i can see that bullsh-t from a mile away (see it)
you can stack my money ’bout a mile away (stack it)
i got three white b-tches like it’s powder day (white)
mink coat with the rolls like a shar pei
and all of my b-tches s-xy, call them barbies (s-xy)
she lookin’ back like i’m flexin’, baby, no way (uh-uh)
and lately, i been on that d’usse, yee
(this chicago n-gga)

[verse 3: young thug]
if i need some racks, i’ma flip me some packs
i talk like i want and she don’t say nothin’ back
if cops pull up, i put that crack in my crack
or i put that brack in my brack
call little shawty, made her f-ck on my brodie
if you don’t owe me, b-tch, still act like you owe me
i promise i won’t ever quit, b-tch, i’m kobe
and i whip that white, you can snow me

[verse 4: kanye west]
rich n-gga, still eatin’ catfish (uh)
that b-tch ain’t really bad, that’s a catfish (uh)
if i walk up out of saks fifth (uh)
have the paparazzi doin’ backflips, yeah
if i lay you down on the mattress (uh)
blow the back out ’til you backless (uh)
think we already established (uh)
she just got ’em done, bra strapless, yeah (this chicago n-gga)

[verse 5: young thug]
no, they won’t tease on that d-ck, they won’t read on that d-ck
they won’t leash on that d-ck, don’t felicia that d-ck
mamacita that d-ck, they gon’ snitch on that d-ck
and she screamin’ loud, she can’t secret that d-ck
mama a beast on that d-ck
if she bad, i’ma gon’ an’ four season that b-tch
eat that, lil’ b-tch, i’ma feast that lil’ b-tch, mm

[instrumental outro]

- ripluwi lilac00

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