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lil scoom89 & bloodhound q50 - bad boy lyrics

[intro: lil scoom89]
brr, brr, brr
grr, come here
brr, come here, come here

[chorus: lil scoom89]
can’t sit down, i’m a bad boy (i’m a bad boy)
i’m from the ‘raq, they call it k!llinois (k!llinois)
we been catchin’ hats, tell them get back, for years, been makin’ noise (come here, come here)
and every time i catch me another case, i beat it up like floyd (beat it up)
lean in my cup, my sh+t always be poised (be poised)
told my b+tch i want a baby girl, she want a baby boy (a baby boy)
i was young, but seen my pops trappin’ off androids (androids)
get caught for this pipe, gotta lay it down ’cause i don’t own no foid (own no foid)

[verse 1: lil scoom89 & bloodhound q50]
i don’t hang around goofies, all you see is k!llers (see is k!llers)
new opps from the ‘burbs, not a crumb, finna show them who the spillers (we really the spillers)
“lil scoom just be rappin’, he don’t be in the trenches” (he ain’t in the trenches)
i’ll give lil’ bronem them switches
if not in the stu’, i’m outside spinnin’ (grrah)
turkey bags on heads, we finna get ’em (we finna get ’em)
me and blockstar both up in the car, two glocks, we finna split ’em
they dropped his lo’, we came through swingin’ chop, jumped out and we had k!lled him (grrah)
i talked to god, i’m tryna beat the odds, but he say i’m a sinner (brr, brr, come here)
hoes be on our d+ck ’cause we them n+ggas (’cause we them n+ggas)
slide through the opps, we’re militant with five percent, dracs and them switches (brr, brr, brr)
i get up close to make sure i’m not missin’, he died for doin’ that dissin’ (died, died)
that gun ain’t mine, so i’m not doin’ no time, know who, but i’m not trickin’ (yeah, i’m not trickin’, go)
[verse 2: bloodhound q50]
i’m still up out here clappin’ n+ggas, i wish jeff was right here with me
told that b+tch to drop her lo’, she can get a bag from izzy
took his ass to b+ttonland, slide, got hit with 10 milli’ (brr)
trap had gave me a hundred shots, i ain’t gonna stop until it’s empty (no bap)
we be pullin’ up to clubs and makin’ n+ggas give it up (you know that)
what the f+ck i’m buyin’ a car for? baby splat gon’ kit it up
my opps be dyin’ downtown, but them n+ggas ain’t duck (haha)
get your ass fired down, the last n+gga ain’t duck (ah)
catch a b, shoot out of town, i should play for the bucks
that lil’ b+tch heard i got eight hats, now his b+tch tryna f+ck
name another young turnt n+gga you know with both wrists bust (bling)
my mama asked me what my job, i said i get n+ggas tucked

- lil scoom89 bloodhound q50 lyrics

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