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cosantana - gettin bad lyrics

[intro]
(ayy, clue ho, you know what i’m vibing on, boy)
yeah

[chorus]
i ain’t scared to change (i ain’t scared)
i ain’t going back (going back)
n+ggas switching on they own blood for catches, it’s getting bad (getting bad)
this a srt (srt), but this b+tch stolen (stolen)
this a srt, this b+tch stolen, me and gang just switched the tag (switched the tag)
gang just switched the vin
let me put my mask on, then i’m going in (going in)
i slid on my feet, i slid on all ten (all ten)
i was standing out, you was blending in (blending in)

[verse]
you was fitting in (fitting in)
uh, watch out for they back, though, n+ggas get k!lled by they homie (by they brodie)
if it wasn’t for my name would b+tches be up on me? (be up on—)
uh, i just want the money, f+ck the fame, i’m by my lonely (i’m by my lonely)
yeah, i’m just being me, don’t really know why n+ggas clone me, uh, huh (n+ggas clone)
t+huh, nines in this b+tch, yeah (no, you can’t get back)
uh, that’s yo’ ho? can’t lie, she bad than a b+tch, yeah (oh my god, she bad)
foreign ho, don’t like the average sh+t, yeah (don’t like the av—)
your b+tch drinking codeine, think it add to my p+ss, yeah (think it add)
oh, just say the name, we’ll get him added to the list, yeah (get him ad—)
don’t be rolling my pack, i just added to my spliff, yeah (to my blunt)
yeah, we spin the block three times and tag, we don’t miss, yeah (we don’t miss)
yeah, i told the b+tch to just bend down, ’cause we don’t kiss, yeah (we can’t kiss)
you’re like, “hold on, hold my gun,” i drop it with my fist, yeah (oh my god)
you’re like, “make sure that he feel me,” n+gga, i ain’t no b+tch, yeah (ain’t no b+tch)
yeah, don’t get it f+cked up, bro still rock out with that stick, yeah (with that nine)
yeah, and we tote chris glocks, we don’t f+ck with will smith (will smith)
h+ll nah, we tote g+locks, we don’t f+ck with smith & wesson (smith & wesson)
they like, “co’, when you gon’ sign?” like keep on guessing, oh my god (keep on guessing)
i just pray to god that i ain’t drop my rod (drop my rod)
don’t try reaching for my neck, b+tch, he gon’ die if he try to rob (he try to rob)
he was flexing all that cash, we took his sh+t, can’t get it back (we took his sh+t)
he was flexing all that cash, we take his sh+t, then we get yo’ pack (we take his sh+t)
he was flexing all them guns, and they got took, and now he lackin’ (and they got took)
and i’m hearing all them diss songs that they making, that sh+t wack (that sh+t wack)
[chorus]
i ain’t scared to change (i ain’t scared)
i ain’t going back (going back)
n+ggas switching on they own blood for catches, it’s getting bad (getting bad)
this a srt (srt), but this b+tch stolen (stolen)
this a srt, this b+tch stolen, me and gang just switched the tag (switched the tag)
gang just switched the vin
let me put my mask on, then i’m going in (going in)
i slid on my feet, i slid on all ten (all ten)
i was standing out, you was blending in (blending in)

[outro]
fitting in, fitting in

- cosantana lyrics

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