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b.o.b – i’m bad lyrics

[intro]
give me that walkie-talkie

[verse 1]
new n-gg-s can’t rap quite like i can
i just landed in j-pan with a blunt in my hand
bobby ray, got a b-tch for each b in my name
the only thing missing from my d-ck is her [?]
i’m magnificent k-k-k- i be k!lling sh-t
crime scene too dirty, they left a fingerprint
oh you gangsta of the year huh
bet if i threw your mixtape out of my window you shed a tear huh
i know the game ain’t the way it work
she wanted me choke her, told her sign a waiver first
i’m talking paperwork, paperwork, body search
when they hundred b-tches falling like life alert
and i don’t want no praise, i don’t want no debt
so many agents on my page think my phone is tapped
she tells me “bobby ray you always drip the hardest”
call it jaws, p-ssy wetter then the sharks fin

[break]
i’m bad (o-b, b-o o-b, b-o-b, b-o-b)
think i’m gonna need backup (o-b, b-o o-b, b-o-b, b-o-b)
think i’m gonna need backup
i’m a bad mothafu- i’m a- i’m a bad mothafu- i’m a- i’m a ba-

[verse 2]
i’m a bad madaf-cka even worse [?] physical
f-ck her like my d-ck gon’ get residual
pic-sso with the visuals
came out the womb walked out on a hospital bill
my lifestyle is a taboo, she a bad b-tch but can’t sit through a tattoo
that cl-t big as a [?]
tryna’ hide this b-n-r like i’m smuggling statues
that ain’t your hubby just a n-gg- you live with
f-ck on a little bit and split out her bills with
you split ’cause he found he had a family in memphis
and his kids go to clipston (to clipston?) to clipston
you want a n-gg- everyone ain’t been with
but n-gg-‘s gone n-gg- i would say it’s a slim pick
if love is a crime i got felonies
baby momma’s crushing like a jelly bean

[break 2]
i’m bad
crush you like a jelly bean
crush you like a jelly bean
crush you like a jelly bean
crush you like a jelly bean
crush you like a j- crush you like a-
crush you like a j- crush you like a-
jelly- jelly- jelly- jelly, j- j- jelly bean

[verse 3]
my grandma [?] fat, and lived to be eighty
nowadays n-gg-s be dead ‘fore they leave out of [?]
you ain’t a mother, you ain’t special, just a b-tch with a baby
it’s 2018. you still live in the 80’s
oh you a hotep, oh you a hotep
oh you a king huh, well where your throne at
how you a rapper you ain’t even got a song yet
tryna’ give your b-tch your number you ain’t even got a phone yet, yeah
and i’m a whole lot a trouble, you look confused “uh what?” a whole lotta puzzle
deposing me, that’s a whole lotta struggle
like tryna’ come out of a hole with a shovel
i can’t take you to bed you too young at a head
[?] you r-t-rded, you specially ed
i’m public i don’t care who looking
f-ck oreo i’m smoking girl scout cookies

[outro]
who’s bad
who’s bad
who’s bad
who’s bad
who’s bad
who’s bad
who’s bad

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