b.a badd - syracuse badd lyrics
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everybody eating but i’m hungry as f+ck
it’s a different type of grind when you come from the slums
i was told to stay focus on my art and the money will come
i pray that they don’t track my sprint so i can get me a run
i don’t f+ck with chumps, stay away from you punks
i’ll bring terror to ya squad like you runin with pun
i’ll put a bullet in ya back and make you cough up a lung
ain’t another n+gga realer living under the sun
brush ya t++th before you speak on god
before i lift my arms and bullets get to spinning like a disco ball
if mans in it i’m a get involved
uppercut ya jaw, followed by an overhand right b4 you hit the floor
yall was never in them wars
hoping out of bushes at them corner stores you couldn’t walk a mile in my diadoras
copping pounds, bleeding raw,b+tta same color as rita ora
i ain’t been through nothing that i can’t endure
its b.a double up /
the type to bag ya b+tch and jump in her p+ssy like its double dutch
bend her over and hit it from the back like a sucka punch
before i catch my nut and i pull out and tell her pucker up
prices we don’t discuss
put a tax on it if a n+gga ain’t one of us
or your order small and he ain’t want enough
grind get ya numbers up
or spend somewhere else i don’t wanna fuss
i’ll lay u down for think of running up
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