Badmon

Murder
Leather Cords

Badmon, when you see me, what you have to do
Bow down, real prince, them's the purple dude
Respect, big tech and I pull it too
Tough shot, nine pop and I get at you
Man down, man down, what your partner do?
Young nigga, young nigga, where your posse crew?
Hoes with us, y'all niggas not winners
Them are gold diggers, dig gold, go figure, nigga

Nine shooter, nine shooter, roll with your crew
Batty boy, batty boy, and the family too
Pussyhole, menstruate when I aim at you
With tall chopper, Shaq shot, number 32
Rude boy, rude gal, dirty rhythm now
Parachute, find the boat, find the river now
Corduroy, clock your boot, khaki suit now
Don Dada, tough gang, army unit now

Bread winner, bread winners, bread winner
Money sandwiches, cheese, bread, and lettuce
Let us all get it, we got it
You better catch up with us, Chi-Town gorilla, nigga
Ride with us, dirt road, four-wheelers
On big dubs, my nigga, my nigga
Got love for ya, ball with you, die with you
On call nigga, fuck with me, fuck with me, nigga

Fuck with me, fuck with me, fuck with me, shawty
Fuck with me, fuck with me, fuck with me, nigga
Fuck with me, fuck with me, fuck with me, shawty
Fuck with me, fuck with me, fuck with me, nigga

It's a party, my nigga, pour up
That's a big cup, make a nigga throw up
What their set is don't matter, all love
That's always, yes sir, yes sir, uh
Smoke something, pour a four, sip with a nigga
Ride clean, peel off, get with a nigga
Who you know? What they sayin'? What they selling to you?
Fuck you mean? Where you been? I ain't fucking with you

Damn, I make them go crazy
I say damn, I make them go love me
Damn, I make them go crazy
Damn, I make them go love me



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Writer(s): Kene Elliot Ekwunife
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