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letra de bad boys - rucci

[intro]
(you can really do that, cami?)
(420 tiesto)

[verse 1: rucci]
okay, she almost broke my heart, then i remembered she was broke (what?)
spent a hundred bands on this moncler coat (hundred bands)
a real pothead if you n-ggas want smoke (want smoke)
about bread, got that sh-t by the loaf, ayy (go)
okay, now viva la raza (viva la raza)
double g’s with my prada (with my prada)
chinchilla coat, n-gga, watch me cha-cha (ooh, ooh)
got my name off the block like ibaka
name a n-gga hotter
real rockstar, no guitar, this a chopper (this a chopper)
heard you pop bars, i pop bags and take molly (take molly)
two bad b-tches in the back, they both dykin’
i been had money, man, that sh-t don’t excite me (what?)
if i go down, on my life, you better write me (what?)
knock a n-gga down, double back, we still slidin’
bought my b-tch a body, now she feelin’ like she kylie (go)
i’m a bad boy, mike lowrey

[chorus: rucci]
ayy, ayy, ayy, they let me bring my gun in the party (in the party)
i done popped some pills, now i’m r-t-rded (now i’m r-t-rded)
they f-cked up, look what they done started (what they done started)
we got choppers, no harleys (ayy, go)
i’m a bad boy, mike lowrey (mike lowrey)
ayy, i’m not just anybody, i’m a target (i’m a target)
walkin’ out of saks fifth, you at target (you at target)
a real sh-t-talker, a real sh-t-starter, what you finna tell ’em?
do somethin’, n-gga, do somethin’, ayy (ayy)
do somethin’, n-gga, do somethin’, ayy (they ain’t gon’ do nothin’)
do somethin’, n-gga, do somethin’, ayy (ayy, okay, though)
do somethin’, n-gga, do somethin’ (they ain’t gon’ do nothin’)
[verse 2: azchike]
slide somethin’, n-gga, slide somethin’
my n-ggas hungry, b-tch, you can die for nine hundred
and we gon’ rob your b-tch ass if you don’t buy nothin’
your independent broke ass, you need to sign somethin’
i tell a b-tch f-ck yours, i know mines comin’
b-tch, you a weak f-ck like we dry humpin’
you can suck me all you want, he ain’t gon’ try nothin’
i said you could die for nine, but f-ck it, he’ll take five hundred
or the stick with the kickback in this kickback
if you don’t ask me, n-gga, ask him where your b-tch at
p-ss me off, show you where that sh-t at
chopper bullets lookin’ like the tip of a pickaxe
now why would i sit on my ass? that’s where you kiss at
need like ten mil’ with like ten plaques
and like that plaque on your gums, we goin’ pitch black
i told my n-ggas, “boy, i got it, you just sit back”

- rucci

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