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paxquiao - bad things lyrics

[verse]
if i die today, i’ma die shining, hey
i know i can’t die with this cake, so i’ma spend it, no rewinding
just shot a n-gga the other day, just ask chaz, you think i’m lyin’
i go all out for my dawgs, you know i’m gon’ ride for my dawgs
this a lot of water, n-gga, deep feet
i got a carbon for ten, it’ll repeat
pull up in the hood if you wanna see me
a young n-gga highly, serve the finest
young n-gga, i done dealt with the slimest
n-ggas shoot out of shame, got stripes like a referee
couple real n-ggas standin’ next to me
hey, i’m just tryna get some dollars, yeah
my b-tch look like a model, yeah
thirty thousand dollar problems
i can feel the vibes change
n-ggas change as time change
been a lot of bad things lately
down on my -ss, lord, save me
you swear you tough, well show me
i swear these n-ggas police (i don’t trust these n-ggas)
undercover pressure havin’ -ss n-ggas, blow me
hood hot like some lava
i wet the block up, the choppers sound like helicopter
ever seen a n-gga -ss take his last breath?
at airports when i be by myself
sleep schedule f-cked up
take these drugs to keep me up
steady liquor f-ckin’ up my livers
heart cold like the winter
got dead guys, no thriller
i swear i hate the month of december
these n-ggas be lyin’ like simba
hey, i’m the kind to pull a slide in the rental
quick to pull the five, b-tch, i’m out of my mental
i throw my shades on like i’m stevie
i ain’t tryna be bool, i don’t want ’em to see me
i’m ridin’ through the hood, it’s just me and lil gg
smoke a n-gga at the red light
gotta make sure them babies in the bed at night, ayy (me and my n-ggas gon’ make it home)
’cause ’round my way (’round here)
crime pays (nah, for real), yeah yeah yeah

[outro]
oh, y’all need to do somethin’? oh y’all can do some sh-t for me right now. quit tryna steal my swag! ayy, i got, um, what’s it called gon’ make it to. i’ma put bugs lil’ drop she did. she did the sh-t like, “uncle chaz, do you love me? are you riding?” then she just started mumbling like a motherf-cker. h-ll yeah, she just sent it out the blue, like what the f-ck you did that?

alright, alright, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah. that’s all bute and all that, boy, yeah, but, i got you on, i got you- (man, f-ck all that) i got you on mic for my sh-t, i got you on mic for my sh-t right now, recordin’, you know what i’m sayin’? pop your sh-t. pop your sh-t. (oh cool, good, ’cause i’m gettin’ a video drop.) pop your sh-t!

ayy, yeah, man, n-ggas already know what the f-ck goin’ on, f-ck goin’ on, man. 44 jordan in this motherf-cker, man. free me ’til that sh-t backwards, man. (man, you been locked up two weeks.) you already know what it is, man, dirt gang or no gang, man

ayy, hold up, do that again, bro, this ain’t… ayy, don’t f-ck up my sh-t, man. do that again, pop your sh-t

alright, hey, man, you know what the f-ck goin’ on, man. 44 jordan in this motherf-cker, man. free me ’til that sh-t backwards, man. 4 years, no tears, and you already know dirt gang or don’t bang, n-gga. 808 the motherf-ckin’ mafia, n-gga

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