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ygg – bad lyrics

[chorus: saint p, lyrical strally & pk]
yo, ygg, we shut the rave down
we got the vibes, we get the rave g-ssed
we got the styley and we got gyal
got with your girlfriend with the fat backs
chilling with the mandem, yeah, we ain’t prang
anybody act up, man ah get slapped
or more than that, so don’t try amp
we know you ain’t bad, we know you ain’t bad
yo, ygg, we shut the rave down
we got the vibes, we get the rave g-ssed
we got the styley and we got gyal
got with your girlfriend with the fat backs
chilling with the mandem, yeah, we ain’t prang
anybody act up, man ah get slapped
or more than that, so don’t try amp
we know you ain’t bad, we know you ain’t bad

[verse 1: pk]
i’ve got a flow that no one else can master
“pk, how you do that one? rah”
c-a-m, you know me, my darg
creating flows for them cause it’s calm
prodigal son, go study that one
man wanna teef man, study my stuff
are you actually dumb? know man that wanna
put my son in the mud like elmer fudd
yeah, man ah get pumped
hunting season, man ah get cut
if a body gets dropped, that’s not my fault, i
only have to tell a man once, oi, don’t talk crud
you must be g-ssed [?] rum
or the magnum that he was drinking on
he’s had way too much, don’t be fooled
cause i look bare young, still run up on your drum
still run up on your drum when your marjay’s home
if not, i’ll break your front window
bad ombré, you know i don’t joke
got bare heart, i’ve got my cheese mode
if you chat sh-t, man are gonna pop your nose
like eddie guerrero, they can get ghost
i’ve got the style, i’ve got the lingo
to your wifey, i speak the español like

[verse 2: lyrical strally]
yo, you’re not bad like the ombré
you look sad, man have complained
us man put in the work so we shut raves
but we’ll still put it in a mug
cuh onstage the koff-e can’t be contained
bare repeats, blame the reloads
don’t shot but you know that we got eights
diss ygg, you lost the plot, mate
i’ve got north and west mates
and north-west, it’s not saint west
i’m from west, i ain’t no saint
can’t take us for ygs
i said we’re two gs that the bell saves
in the rave, making sure that your girl’s safe
next to the b-mper that your l plate
wanna pull up an eight on a segway
ygg, we know you ain’t bad
shut down raves with the camden lads
i said if you don’t know us man
don’t show id, you better get that mag
ygg, we know you ain’t bad
shut down raves with the camden lads
i said if you don’t know us man
don’t show id, you better get that mag

[verse 3: saint p]
i was like “oh my days”
i was like “oh my”, i’ve got a flow that they wanna imitate
couldn’t say you’re better than the s-d-daint
i had to tell a boy “don’t lie
cause you know i’m great” and i’ve got my style in check like [?] like a royalty card
how can you run out of breath when you bar slow? mate, you’re a fat flow
me, i’m a c-e-o, i just want the p please, bro
can’t tell me about a cosign, i’ll tell a man “no”
i turn up the town while you stay on the ground with the [?]
plus your girl’s a hoe and said she wan’ give me brain on the phone line
and i said “i don’t mind, babe, babe”, we can do this quickly
you know me, i saw the girl, draw the girl
next step, beat but don’t keep the girl
she’s lovesick and her head’s not well
but the girl says that i rock her well
you know me, i saw the girl, draw the girl
next step, beat but don’t keep the girl
she’s lovesick and her head’s not well
but the girl says that i rock her, rock her

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