Bad Man
What, What
Yeah, Yeah
What, every time we slide we gon raise a red flag
Just like Michael Myers cut yo throat leave you in the grass
Huh, she gon pop that pussy cause she know I'm poppin' tags
Put a price on top yo head put you in a money bag
What huh huh huh
When I was a kid I play with knives
Momma told me to stay away from violence but this my life
This bitch think I'm dumb she might fool me once won't fool me twice
Damn this bitch gotta fat ass she eat all her beans and rice
What, I hate playing by the rules I like to go break the law
This hoe talking bad to me and now I'm all up in her jaw
Bitch I break the law, Bitch I'm in her walls, yeah what
Scoring points like Chris Paul, bitches blind like Ray Charles
Woah Woah, pull up on me plenty choppas shoot at you
Bitches ride with me cause I'm getting to the fucking loot
I'm a bad bad man I can never tell the truth
Every time I pop a perc grab my stick and shoot at you
What, what, what
Bad bitch getting hit, bad bitch sucking dick
Really with the shit
Woah I'm a Hellraiser born into a sin
She love because I'm hot, now this jewelry got a full kit
Sniffing white this bitch got her nose up, yeah
Bitch pull yo pants down pull yo shirt up, yeah
I know why he mad cause his hoe chose us
Yeah I had to roll another blunt cause I ain't high enough
Yeah I'm never high enough huh
Maybe I don't fly enough
No I could never fall in love
All these bitches be some fucking duds
Yeah I think I'm out of luck, don't know who to trust
So I found my old self, then I killed him in cold blood
What, I get way too high huh
I'm a bad fucking man
Imma leave this life soon so I take my final stand
I might be a little emo I got spikes on my pants
Blunt in my hand, got yo bitch rubbing on my pants
I got way too high I might never land
I can't find my brain so I think I might be in neverland
She like when I go schizophrenic so I told her to bring her friend
Come to find out I been talking to myself Imma bad man
What, I hate playing by the rules I like to go break the law
This hoe talking bad to me and now I'm all up in her jaw
Bitch I break the law, Bitch I'm in her walls, yeah what
Scoring points like Chris Paul, bitches blind like Ray Charles
Woah Woah, pull up on me plenty choppas shoot at you
Bitches ride with me cause I'm getting to the fucking loot
I'm a bad bad man I can never tell the truth
Every time I pop a perc grab my stick and shoot at you
What
What
What
YEAH
Yeah, Yeah
What, every time we slide we gon raise a red flag
Just like Michael Myers cut yo throat leave you in the grass
Huh, she gon pop that pussy cause she know I'm poppin' tags
Put a price on top yo head put you in a money bag
What huh huh huh
When I was a kid I play with knives
Momma told me to stay away from violence but this my life
This bitch think I'm dumb she might fool me once won't fool me twice
Damn this bitch gotta fat ass she eat all her beans and rice
What, I hate playing by the rules I like to go break the law
This hoe talking bad to me and now I'm all up in her jaw
Bitch I break the law, Bitch I'm in her walls, yeah what
Scoring points like Chris Paul, bitches blind like Ray Charles
Woah Woah, pull up on me plenty choppas shoot at you
Bitches ride with me cause I'm getting to the fucking loot
I'm a bad bad man I can never tell the truth
Every time I pop a perc grab my stick and shoot at you
What, what, what
Bad bitch getting hit, bad bitch sucking dick
Really with the shit
Woah I'm a Hellraiser born into a sin
She love because I'm hot, now this jewelry got a full kit
Sniffing white this bitch got her nose up, yeah
Bitch pull yo pants down pull yo shirt up, yeah
I know why he mad cause his hoe chose us
Yeah I had to roll another blunt cause I ain't high enough
Yeah I'm never high enough huh
Maybe I don't fly enough
No I could never fall in love
All these bitches be some fucking duds
Yeah I think I'm out of luck, don't know who to trust
So I found my old self, then I killed him in cold blood
What, I get way too high huh
I'm a bad fucking man
Imma leave this life soon so I take my final stand
I might be a little emo I got spikes on my pants
Blunt in my hand, got yo bitch rubbing on my pants
I got way too high I might never land
I can't find my brain so I think I might be in neverland
She like when I go schizophrenic so I told her to bring her friend
Come to find out I been talking to myself Imma bad man
What, I hate playing by the rules I like to go break the law
This hoe talking bad to me and now I'm all up in her jaw
Bitch I break the law, Bitch I'm in her walls, yeah what
Scoring points like Chris Paul, bitches blind like Ray Charles
Woah Woah, pull up on me plenty choppas shoot at you
Bitches ride with me cause I'm getting to the fucking loot
I'm a bad bad man I can never tell the truth
Every time I pop a perc grab my stick and shoot at you
What
What
What
YEAH
Credits
Writer(s): Broderick Need
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.