Bad Boy (feat. Butter)
BlakkSmyth
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Bad boys, whatcha want Whatcha want Whatcha gonna do When Sheriff John Brown come for you (Bad Boy) 45 on my hip (aye) Just Might let that bitch rip (aye) If I talk to 5 I plead the 5th (skr, skr, skrrrr) I'ma I'ma I'ma (Bad Boy) Don't get concerned with my shit (no) Crooked cops get you hit (no) Martin Lawrence, Will Smith (no) My partna got caught selling dope His woman don't love him no more Told him that bitch was a ho-bag I put some change on his books Told him I'm bout to blow up When he get out he be good I even sent him a notepad He in that bitch writing hooks I gotta cousin just did a bid He was hitting licks in Mississip Gave him 8 years for the shit Now that he out we gone do big Grandma told him keep his nose clean Keep the boogers out the shit That's exactly what he did Now he living like a king He ain't selling no work now That shit there get you hurt now Cause I know niggas so crazy They'll f*ck around and burn your whole church down Gotta homie can't name Got out Feb 28 Gotta walk around with walking papers Like he still belong to the state Nigga you are just a (Bad Boy) 45 on my hip (aye) Just Might let that bitch rip (aye) If I talk to 5 I plead the 5th (skr, skr, skrrrr) I'ma I'ma I'ma (Bad Boy) Don't get concerned with my shit (no) Crooked cops get you hit (no) Martin Lawrence, Will Smith (no) Riding away, I'm sparkin on jays Fuckin it up like we gonna get paid Sauce on the beat I'm out riding my wave My flow alone will spark a brigade Running the streets, fuckin up beats I came to beast all who compete Pull up on street get parked in ya seat Pardon my speech I'm smokin on Cheech Like I knew Chong know that I'm on I out perform they don't mean no harm Roasting on papers then pass them along Catching the vapors outlasting the song Burn one right now Leave one for tomorr I do not Odom my name ain't Lamar Pull up on Dayton's hop out of the car Y'all cannot sink me you not up to par Hop out of planes they know who I are Need to snack up you can't see me with bar Prolly the illest unnoticed thus far Speeding through highways I'm duckin the law They ain't gone catch me my mind is to gone Swear I been waiting too muh fucking long I'll let it pop til the clip is no more Imma be dead if they see me unarmed Bitch imma (Bad Boy) 45 on my hip (aye) Just Might let that bitch rip (aye) If I talk to 5 I plead the 5th (skr, skr, skrrrr) I'ma I'ma I'ma (Bad Boy) Don't get concerned with my shit (no) Crooked cops get you hit (no) Martin Lawrence, Will Smith (no)
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