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letra de the real baddie west - rocky badd

[intro]
yeah
yo

[verse 1]
send that money, no deposit? then don’t talk to me
i’ll walk a n-gga down after he walk with me
that last n-gga was a lame, that’s why he stalkin’ me
i hurt his feelings, now he talkin’ bout he off’a me
get off my d-ck if i knew n-ggas that you beefin’ with
i ain’t yo b-tch, it ain’t yo business who i’m sleepin’ with
if i dropped him, you can have him, and i mean it sis
it ain’t a b-tch out here that’s breathin’ i’m competin’ with

you got a blue check on the gram but you are not official
your spirit ugly, you got rocks, don’t even call ’em crystals
i’m paranoid, i stay ahead, i got a lotta issues
i’ve been set up, why you think i keep a lotta-

[verse 2]
no miley cyrus, you ain’t nicki, can’t “what’s goodie” me
i pop my sh-t, don’t think no b-tch gon’ ever bully me
think i’m aggressive, then you p-ssy, that’s my hood in me
my blood gon’ step on b-tches with me like (?) mean
i used to play it fair, but now it ain’t no one-on-one’s
i’m too important, b-tch you talkin’ to a one of one
why you tell me you want smoke if you gon’ only run?
i don’t gotta sneak no b-tch to say for sure we won
i’m on they neck, they sleepin’ on me ’cause this headlock
ain’t takin’ pictures of no opps unless it’s headshots
it look like acne on her face from all them red dots
(the coldest in the city) ho’s was cool until they said “rock”

[chorus]
i’m rocky badd, westside, ay, the real baddie west
when you talkin’ tell (?) i don’t feel heavy pressed
b-tches know my mouth get- i’on feel petty yet
can’t a b-tch that’s not respected make me feel she a threat

{verse 3}
you get embarrassed in your forties, you ain’t handle that with shorty
all that rah-rah sh-t be corny ’cause we still ain’t impressed
we not the same, you take a l and say “i still get a cheque”
you old enough to be my momma, you got kids you neglect

[verse 4]
give a f-ck about who hatin’, duh b-tch, it come with it
i ain’t clearin’ up no rumors, have fun and run with it
i like b-tches with ambition ’cause the tongue come with it
life can make a hardbody but the slums come with it

[verse 5]
i’m (?) inside my head, sometimes i’m really childish
get in that room if you ain’t scared, let’s see who really ’bout it
if i was you, i’d hate me too but play it safe about it
ho’s be on mute ’til they feel safe instead of stayin’ out it
[chorus]
i’m rocky badd, westside, ay, the real baddie west
when you talkin’ tell (?) i don’t feel heavy pressed
b-tches know my mouth get- i’on feel petty yet
can’t a b-tch that’s not respected make me feel she a threat

{outro}
you get embarrassed in your forties, you ain’t handle that with shorty
all that rah-rah sh-t be corny ’cause we still ain’t impressed
(i like b-tches with ambition) ’cause the tongue come with it
life can make a hardbody but the slums come with it
-grrrrah-

- rocky badd

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