C1 / Kwengface - Bad Boy

H-HL8
How is C DOT funded, and where do you get your money from?
The simple answer

Bad boy in the real life (bine), ever smoked someone in a real time? (Nothin')
Free all my opps, I drill mine, really can't talk 'bout some of these drill guys (no)
I don't wanna talk 'bout works I walked on, but I really do shoot eye (grrt, rrr)
Really do-do this shit (bubush), no kids (bubush), it's hot (bubush)

Chris Rock, know suttin' get slapped by me, or me, I need a glee with a switch in the beam (glah, bap-bap)
Look, most my friends in jail (woof), but I'm glad that it's threes, no RIP's (free the guys)
Really turn opp boys into trees (I'm high), facts, Sainsbury bag for the sweets (bap)
Don't think 'cause I rap, it's sweet (look), I put down the mic, rise the machine (glah-bap)

Never went colly, don't pop molly, I'll still smoke man broad day (you know)
Season the beef like Salt Bae, this day, next day, smoke man all ways (bubush)
In the back or the front of the ride, who's that? Finna spill man's Kool-Aid (who's that?)
Bro brought him back to the block, this one here sweet, crème brûlée

Nick Cannon, I'm wylin', chameleon, I'm ridin' (grrt-rrr-rrr)
Them boy can't tell me nothin' 'bout glidin', last time I seen him, he was frightened (spin that block)
Step on them like insects, president of my block, Joe Biden
Shit goes off, they know it's us, how'd you think Northside got so violent? (Grrt)

Let's lurk on their block, double L's (rrr-rrr-rrr), or man's tryna make bands, okay (you know)
Go steam room right after a drill, might as well get massage with bae
I-I-I couldn't even keep my girl 'cause I cheated with the gaugest rage
She calms me down when I'm mad, and got rid of - that day (haha-heh)

Bad boy in the real life (bine), ever smoked someone in a real time? (Nothin')
Free of my opps, I drill mine, really can't talk 'bout some of these drill guys (no)
I don't wanna talk 'bout works I walked on, but I really do shoot eye (grrt-rrr)
Really do-do this shit (bubush), no kids (bubush), it's hot (bubush)

Chris Rock, know suttin' get slapped by me, or me, I need a glee with a switch in the beam (glah, bap-bap)
Look, most my friends in jail (woof), but I'm glad that it's threes, no RIP's (free the guys)
Really turn opp boys into trees (I'm high), facts, Sainsbury bag for the sweets (bap)
Don't think 'cause I rap, it's sweet (look), I put down a mic, rise the machine (glah-bap)

My Rolex bezel gold (brrt), but these dot-dot bells be red and black (brrt-brrt)
See, you can get slapped with an SK (grrt), old days, you woulda got slapped with a MAC (bah)
This .44 long be matchin' my outfit, stepped out black on black (woof-woof)
This PR be matchin' my two-tone (ayy), my swag's intact (ayy-ayy)

My bro done a drill in sliders (ayy), my next bro done it in a - and Crocs (free him up)
My guys on lovin' nonstop, a-ain't gonna stop 'til another one drops (free the guys)
Free all the guys 'em locked, you know that the clocks don't fuckin' stop (uh-huh)
Free all the guys 'em locked, you know that the clocks don't fuckin' stop (woof)

I was in OT doin' up kway (kway), and now I'm here shoppin' in Paris
Spent couple racks on a Champs-Élysées, the opps could never, they lame (I'm lit)
Jump out this old school Ranger (skrrt), highlander, tryna wave this blade (skrrt-skrrt)
My guy, I feel your pain, my guy's locked up, it don't feel the same (woosh-woosh)

Bad boy in the real life (bine), ever smoked someone in a real time? (Nothin')
Free all my opps, I drill mine, really can't talk 'bout some of these drill guys (no)
I don't wanna talk 'bout works I walked on, but I really do shoot eye (grrt-rrr)
Really do-do this shit (bubush), no kids (bubush), it's hot (bubush)

Chris Rock, know suttin' get slapped by me, or me, I need a glee with a switch in the beam (glah, bap-bap)
Look, most my friends in jail (woof), but I'm glad that it's threes, no RIP's (free the guys)
Really turn opp boys into trees (I'm high), facts, Sainsbury bag for the sweets (bap)
Don't think 'cause I rap, it's sweet (look), I put down a mic, rise the machine (glah, bap)

Fumez The Engineer



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