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juvenile - bad guy lyrics

bad guy

call me duby montana, don corleone,
when all the sh-t ain’t going right, i’m who they’re calling on
and you may hustle like i do, but sh-t, i’m fast with it
all the money you have it i’m a wipe my -ss with it
i’m quite as good as f-ck, i have the grant to it
you ain’t able, but your momma had to sign for it.
i got a lot of flavor, the one i’m sizing up
juven deliver and sometimes feel like tisa hot.
blood shed when is a problem with them down the size
my n-gg-s enter in your houses like the power lines
i’m good, homie, i put my father on it
my pain while i get hot they’re getting the water on it
i’m the bad guy, everything and all black
and you ain’t gotta say, b-tch, i think i’m all it
i’m too gee, man, i gotta get two keys
you want me to show off for the show as they call the two keys.

so say h-llo to the bad guy,
i’m a better n-gg- but i’m still a mad fly.
they say i’m ruthless, i’m just trying to stay alive.
so when you see me say h-llo to the bad guy
i’m the bad guy, homie, i’m the bad guy
so when you see me say h-llo to the bad guy
i’m the bad guy, n-gg-, i’m the bad guy,
so when you see me say h-llo to the bad guy.

i’m the bad guy, the one they always blame it on
i’m tired to work these other n-gg-s ballet hanging on
my credit cards are master p, ain’t no limit to ’em
i’ve car bushing and i put it, quit the finish to ’em
i love beef sh-t, i eat it with my baked potato
live by the gorge and keep the gee, is gonna be greater later
juvenile needle, i’m a real goodie
i’m hard born, but i’m calling a portalbelle p-ssy.
i don’t play that, me and my road dogs
get ’em up in as i chop the tip of your nose off
i’m real about the money, n-gg-, no flaws
mercedes cooper, my speakers’ knocking my doors off.

you want a television ship, but you’re a fall guy
back to the top ’cause it ain’t hard,
these n-gg-s’ fake up in a motherf-cker, swear to god
i’m hating and i’m here to see you motherf-cker starve
b-tches know who you is, you don’t wanna set the charge.
you gonna inspect my pants, you know how i wanna this
i’m a looking on a biscuit on that money train, that is a thing.
they say i’m jail break, that even make a case
n-gg-s be talking about prison like that’s a better place
n-body with me anymore, i’m a forgotten homie
they’re only riding on me, feel like they flying on me.

- juvenile lyrics

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