letra de bad behavior (spankin') - shawnny 2x
yeah, yeah…yeah..
shawnny, where are you at
uh
mmm
i don’t care who f-cked my b-tch before me
guess who’s f-cking her now
(me!)
n-ggas ain’t got no pape
(nah)
wanna open they mouth
(huh)
n-ggas be hoes, b-tches, etc
(they do )
the reason what they knowing what you’re doing, is cuz you tell them
(thank god)
i don’t know why they hating on me
(but they hate)
yeah
i pop ice up on my wrist
baby, you cannot go skatin
yeah
how you say you love me
turn around and now you faking
yeah
yeah
my b-tch, she bad
her ass is fat
i turn around, get her spankin
yеah
lay that b-tch down
like some eco gеl
how you hatin’ on me, lil’ n-gga
you should go to jail
n-ggas always speaking about this
but then they always fail
i can’t do no crime with none of these n-ggas
cuz they might just tell
i’ma pop my sh-t regardless
dribble, step back, shoot, harden
boy on the bench, now you ain’t startin
so much green in me, look like a spartan
yeah
diamonds yellow like bart
yeah
keep the iron on my tony stark
uh
boy, you better play it smart
yeah
my n-ggas shooting in the dark
yeah
you hear that
uh
you better get down, you hear that-
sh-t
don’t make no noise, they coming-
sh-t
guns
with switches
it go
pew, pew, pew, pew
yeah
boy, i gotta talk about these n-ggas and these songs
yeah
me and brooke, n-ggas not, we don’t get along
we don’t
she gon’ f-ck with me cuz she know two times yea he on
yeah
we gon’ spend one time, make sure that that n-gga home
boom
yeah
uh
keep that sh-t low-key
uh
i walk in the party here two times cuz they know it’s me
uh
he said i’m a hoe, i’m a b-tch, he gotta come show me
ay
i gave him 24 shots, eight times, that’s just for kobe
yeah
hold on
what
what’s 24 times eight
that’s how many bullets these f-ck n-ggas gon’ take to the face
told you once won’t tell you twice, lil’ baby, i do not go chase
told you once won’t tell you twice, lil’ baby, you can get replaced
yeah
uh
let me calm down
everybody on my back like, boy, just chill
i said i’m calm now
they gon’ make me call kylah and ra’miyah
blow this sh-t down
i been him
i don’t gotta explain it
n-gga, you know that sh-t now
f-ck it
ap two tone
a ‘cory
open the group home
a will
what is you on
a-brad
answer the phone
hey, gang, i need a three-five
pull up, you know that we live
i can’t trust these lil’ bitty b-tches
you know they lie
these be hoes, b-tches, et cetera
the reason what they knowin’ what you doin’ is cause you tellin’ em
yeah
let go
i don’t know why they hatin’ on me, but they hatin
i pop ice up on my wrist, baby, you cannot go skatin
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
how you say you love me
turn around and now you fakin
yeah, yeah
my b-tch is bad, her ass is fat
i turn around and give her a spankin’
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