rick ross – i’m bad lyrics
chorus:]
im bad (im bad) im back (im back), im mad (im mad) im strapped (im strapped)
n-gg- what you want n-gg- who you wit
came wit my dogs leavin wit a b-tch
im bad (im bad) im back (im back), im mad (im mad) im strapped (im strapped)
n-gg- what you want n-gg- who you wit
came wit my dogs leavin wit a b-tch
[verse 1:]
aint no limit to the sh-t i start
automatic start on that big white car. pearl pink jar n-gg- you can’t rob. 4 chains and a watch pocket full of knots. spots, imma get my stacks. this crack comin back like that income tax. told you once he told you twice. you need more than a knife you wanna rock that ice. im bad, magazines up the -ss. stolen yellow cab come squeeze on yo -ss. he a flash, all black mask. rappin -ss n-gg- talkin all that jazz. ride up on him show him how we get down. 100 rounds in his crown b-tt naked and he pound. tell the truth that n-gg- be rippin, aint it man. just got a chevy and i got my sh-t painted man.
[chorus]
[verse 2:]
used to be on the corner, on marijuana. now it’s marijuana from california. big buds, b-tches wit big b-tts. big bmw’s home of the d-ck sucks. my bob marley is b-mpin like b-tch what. my money b-mper to b-mper now b-tch what. im bad im back. im mad im strapped.
n-gg- what you want n-gg- who you wit. came wit my dog leavin wit a b-tch. i don’t see no n-gg- when im on the grind, all i see is hoe n-gg-s when im on the grind. 45 no n-gg-, kno im holdin mine. imma knock his -ss down if it’s own his mind. tell the truth that n-gg- be rippin aint it man, just got a benz and i got my sh-t painted man.
[chorus]
b for the bullets in n-gg-s who gotta die. a for the addicts and junkies who gettin high. d for the dope distributed at the dock. still on the block clock no socks.
b for the b-ss b-tch i gotta boom. a for the -ss in my hotel room. d for the d-ck, d-ck that i slang. since money talk, im addicted to my slang. b for the bang. a for the k. d ditch the car for the smooth get away. im bad, i poke yo -ss in the nose wit a cold 44 now he cold on the floor. layin on his back like he posed for a hoe, when you actin like a b-tch gotta go gotta go. tell the truth that n-gg- be rippin aint it man. just got a hummer and i got my sh-t painted man.
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