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letra de bad type - sil-a

intro:
yeah
yeah sil-a on the track
yeah man you know in life you always gonna have to give a little
but that sh-t?
it’s gonna come right back to ya
(give it, give it, come back to me)

verse 1:
all my life been spitting facts
listen haters, y’all chillax
i worked four jobs, i paid my tax still cut my tracks up like an axe
y’all call me innocent – but i’m so bad
poke fun at me, but i won’t get mad
try to chase me out, but i don’t play tag
wipe the competition up like a rag uh
my whole life has been so tense
childhood set that precedence
worked so hard my back is bеnt
can’t afford to pay no rent
all of y’all who play pretend – faking has a consеquence
you live life on the defense – that sh-t just don’t make no sense

pre-chorus:
but my head’s been in the game
break out of every lane
i’m hustlin’ in the rain
not in this for the fame
i only got more to gain, but ain’t no gains with no pain
yeah y’all can stick to the screen
i’ll be out here living my dream
chorus:
cause i’m the bad not the mad type
i ain’t gun fight nah cause i can play right
but in the limelight! oh i’m the bad type
cause my game’s airtight and that’s my birthright
oh i’m the bad, hit the bullseye
like dynamite, gonna ignite
in the spotlight, make ‘em look twice
say my name aite’
i’m sil-a d-mn right!

verse 2:
man, what can i say? i hate the gram
begging for likes with yo fake spray tan
i want a real one to be my friend, but seems like the bullsh-t will never end
call me a dreamer, but i’m a believer
hard work pays off, i’m no bottom feeder
appearance means nothing you’re about hype
you been here for years and can’t even speak right
y’all care about money, care about type right?
smile pretty for the boys, i see you crying inside

bridge:
well i got b-tches, i got hoes i got motherf-cking flows
it’s been hard, i can’t deny it
i’ve been through it and it shows
if you wanna see me riot – take a stance i won’t stay quiet
i am david, you’re goliath try to test me i can’t fight it
you pour smoke into the climate, then get caught and just deny it
your gravity, i defy it
throw a rock that’ll keep you quiet!
chorus:
cause i’m the bad type not the mad type
i ain’t gun fight nah cause i can play right
but in the limelight? oh i’m the bad type
cause my game’s airtight and that’s my birthright
oh i’m the bad guy, hit the bullseye
like dynamite, gonna ignite
in the spotlight, make ’em look twice
say my name aite?
i’m sil-a d-mn right

- sil a

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