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letra de bad thoughts mixed with weed - sahbabii

[intro]
ayy, yeah, ee-ee, yeah
ayy, ee, ee-ee, yeah
ayy, ee, ee, yeah
ee, ee-ee, yeah
ayy, ee, ee, ee-ee, yeah
ayy, ee, ee, ee, yeah

[chorus]
mm, i got a feeling in my gut, this sh-t don’t feel right (feel right)
bad thoughts mixed with weed, betrayal on my mind
bad thoughts mixed with weed, got money on my mind (on my mind)
bad thoughts mixed with weed, yeah (weed)
bad thoughts mixed with weed, yeah (oh, oh)
bad thoughts mixed with weed, yeah (weed)
bad thoughts mixed with weed, yeah (weed)
bad thoughts mixed with weed

[verse 1]
bad thoughts mixed with weed, i’m sittin’ in a dark room (bad thoughts mixed with weed)
blowin’ back to back trees (back to back), hope the ones i love never leave (never leave)
i’m up, paranoid, no sleep (no sleep)
’cause when you sleep that’s when they creep (creep, creep)
and when they creep, you better eat (eat, eat)
put them n-ggas in the belly of the beast
bad thoughts, bad dreams, it’s rainin’ (yeah)
it’s pourin’ down (yeah), finna break my umbrella (‘ella)
hear a voice in the back of my head (head), tellin’ me, “sh-t gon’ get better”
i want all them n-ggas dead, b-tch, i ain’t never lettin’ up (lettin’ up)
yeah, ah, ah
i wanna live forever, oh-oh-oh
when we die where do we go? oh-oh-oh-oh
it’s so sad n0body know, oh-oh, oh-oh (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
[chorus]
i got a feeling in my gut, this sh-t don’t feel right (feel right)
bad thoughts mixed with weed, betrayal on my mind
bad thoughts mixed with weed, got money on my mind (on my mind)
bad thoughts mixed with weed, yeah (weed)
bad thoughts mixed with weed, yeah (oh, oh)
bad thoughts mixed with weed, yeah (weed)
bad thoughts mixed with weed, yeah (weed)
bad thoughts mixed with weed

[verse 2]
jump out with no parachute, they shrimp, we pasta (pasta)
b-tch, i got good bread, i think i’m better than red lobsters (better than red lobsters)
passion for that k!llin’, no energy drink, b-tch, we some monsters (monsters)
b-tch, i’m havin’ blues like imaginary fosters (fosters)
took one of my n-ggas, b-tch, that’s gon’ have to cost ya (cost ya)
every day i’m hustlin’, tryna get a rick ross belly
put silencers on them guns, we tryna teach them b-tches, behave (behave)
he got shot up in his chest, that’s what you get for tryna be brave

[outro]
bad thoughts mixed with weed, yeah
bad thoughts mixed with weed, yeah
bad thoughts mixed with weed, yeah

- sahbabii

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