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letra de ​bad boy - ​thr33

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[verse]
i’ma just slap yo ass for no reason
that boy [?], that’s treason
she bumped me off her schedule, lemme squeeze in
push start the whip, i ain’t puttin’ no keys in
white b-tch cookin’ for me with no seasoning
shout out my white plug, shout out to steven
this bad bih, i think she polynesian
her p-ssy too tight, so i just had to ease in
get out the house and get bread, that’s my [?]
just focused on me, i don’t care what the others say
step on [?], these b-tches be trippin’
make him disabled, that f-ck n-gga crippin’
i’m havin’ these hoes, but i don’t be pimpin’
young n-gga tryna trap, i don’t go out to miami
i’ll never give my chance up like i’m trill sammy
had to get me a glock ’cause that bih come in handy
finna customize, make that bih nice and dandy
need a bad bih who gon’ cook for me like ramsey
ain’t sh-t sweet, n-gga, ain’t sh-t really funny
i ain’t finna ask for it, just gimme yo money
she on my d-ck and she go hard like a rabbit
n-gga cried for his sh-t back, here, you can have it
i’m a good dude, n-gga, i gotta go hard
why you double cross me when that sh-t can get dark?
i love my glock, me and her can’t be apart
hit his stomach, done made that boy m-th-f-ckin’ fart
i just had my birthday, you can’t call me a teen
shorty opened her legs, i’ma l!ck on her bean
i’ma be up, i swear that this sh-t ain’t a dream
i was stuck in that mix, told myself i’ma find a way
can’t f-ck with no b-tches, i swear they take time away
i ain’t want the ho, just wanna see what the hype about
you can shut yo mouth, n-gga, or we can just fight it out
bad b-tches everywhere when i hit atl
grind every day, so i know i can never fail
this n-gga be cap like he oscar from shark tale
shorty gon’ slurp me up like i’m a c-cktail
i came from the trenches, i came up from nothin’
i ate up your punches, that sh-t wasn’t nothin’
cuz crazy, he huntin’ for opps like a [?]
sleep on the floor, where the f-ck is my bed at?
you hit your first l!ck, oh, you feel like a bad boy
when she ain’t like me, i turn to a sad boy
gimme yo glock, boy, you not s’posed to have toys
how you get that sh-t? n-gga, i stole it
i like how yo glock look, please let me hold it

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