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kallaway - baddest lyrics

[intro – kallaway]
brrap
you the baddest, you the baddest
swear to god, you the baddest
rah, you the baddest
rah, you the baddest
so bad (so bad)
oh god

[verse 1 – kallaway]
yo
imma anteater, uncle k!ller
plant feeder, jungle thriller
jungle fever, brrap bap bap
on like a light switch clap clap clap
gone like i might b-tch, snapback to the backpack
to the rattpack, what it do logic
left like my right wrist to write philosophic (woo)
swerve be obnoxious (yaaaa)

7 am i been faded for hours
b-tch on my d like she gradin’ my showers
super sour, supersoaker
she on war head, beggin’ me to choke her
breakfast she wanna get under me
t-tties in my left, wall street in my right
gave the b-tch a good summary
alright alright

suitin’ up, suit and tie, soup to nuts, already fly
swagapotomous rex
sace’ shirt, like we already flex
‘viche my replay, ciroc from the dj
my b-tch is from moscow, cause
we russian home to have s-x (bop)

she a villain, now we chillen, like we ice in a gl-ss
f up my d that’s a bad b, c look at her -ss
alphabetic, no anthesthetic, so diabetic
gave my sugar away
she sayin, “just gimme that d”
holler back “b-tchhh…i’m on the way” (skirt)

[hook – kallaway]
you the baddest, baddest
you are the baddest, baddest baddest
bah badabah bah baddest bah brrraaaappp
you the baddest, you the baddest
(yo) f-ck it roger rabbit (i’m on the way)

[verse 2 – kallaway]
alright you the baddest, so i’m the gladdest
and i’ll be sad if, the scores were padded
round the world in one hundred and 80
found a girl and then made her my lady, psychhh (schwoop)
i’m just trollin’ and strollin’ and rollin’
and walkin’ up hills (ahh)
mom said to get a degree
dad said to stack up my buffalo bills (pop pop pop)
want a st-rdy b-tch, who gotta a curvy l1ck
and get nerdy wit me
flirty fl1ck, but not a thirsty trick
n’ wear jersey wit me
god d-mn
long hair with that tight -ss
smart b-tch that take night cl-ss
backstage, always, but then rip a shot and take a mic p-ss, that might last ugh
kinda girl that could whippa buggati
hop out the car and then work a ducati
she good with her hands, good with her feet
that b-tch know karate? (wahh)
that b-tch know pilates
cause she plankin’ on me
my house be a circus
spankin’ that -ss, she yankin’ my d

swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve
you the baddest, baddest
you the baddest girl
so bad, yeah you the best
grabbing my d and you rockin’ my world

- kallaway lyrics

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