rocky badd – don’t even match lyrics
[intro]
haha, yeah
rocky badd (yeah)
b+tch
haha
yeah
[verse]
i be runnin’ to that bag, n+gga, i’m badd, n+gga
can’t be f+ckin’ anybody ‘less i know he that n+gga
i got tats all on my ass, n+gga, but this bag bigger
if she friends with any opps, then she gettin’ dragged with her
i ain’t ran from no ho or any b+tch she had with her
give a f+ck about an l, ’cause they gettin’ tagged with her
put ’em in a bag with her just for bein’ mad with her
i know we ain’t the same ’cause she had her dad with her
i was raised in the slums, give a f+ck where b+tches from
money don’t make you realer, you could still be a bum
where chillin’ on the block can get you k!lled ’cause where you from
you ain’t gotta have a lot, but you should still keep a gun
a rollie is a trophy ‘less it tick+tock
and you better watch your homie case he flip+flop
independence, pair of buffs make any b+tch stop
and servin’ the wrong one can make your sh+t hot
i don’t think they feel me, but it’s cool, i know a couple
if you with me back in school, then b+tch, you know i struggled
i be movin’ how i move ’cause all i know is trouble
even when i’m in my mood, i get up and hustle
i ain’t never had the easy route
i make b+tches wanna rap, so ain’t no leave me out
b+tches still ain’t get a deal, but they believe me now
put so many on the ‘gram, but they don’t see it now
that’s what they leavin’ out
now i ride with
big guns, big drums when i slide by
we jump out the whip, that sh+t is p+ssy doin’ drive+bys
never been a ho and can’t no n+gga be my side guy
i am not a friendly b+tch, i dm back the side+eye
b+tch be d+ck suckin’, how she still can’t get her nails done?
i don’t gotta ask my n+gga twice, ’cause what i say, it’s done
free that n+gga tweezy, ’cause right now he on that fed run
any b+tch that thinkin’ it ain’t up, then she a dead one
got her ass done, yet she couldn’t get her legs done
beat on hoes until her head run, come and redrum
i thought a b+tch said, hmm, nah, b+tch ain’t said nothin’
i can make a n+gga stop whatever ’cause i said, “come”
all my n+ggas thuggin’, but ain’t gotta speak on that
if it’s on the floor, then i’ma sweep it, ain’t no sleep on that
if you get this p+ssy, don’t be gentle, you can beat on that
how these b+tches got the big head when my feet on that?
i do what i want and put on sh+t i know don’t even match
b+tches say they did they own wig, sh+t ain’t even flat
how the f+ck is b+tches on my head and they can’t even scr+p?
how can b+tches tell you what i said if we ain’t never met?
b+tches in they feelings, but these n+ggas actin’ too attached
if i ain’t get them b+tches back, just chill, ’cause i ain’t through with that
i can get my hands on any opps and beat ’em blue and black
any b+tches think it’s frontline, rocky move ’em back
tell a b+tch bye, nah, b+tch, die
y’all be quick to let a b+tch slide, nah, b+tch, die
i be quick to make a b+tch hide, nah, b+tch, slide
real b+tches love to pick sides when you pick time
i ain’t worried about no b+tch, i’m never worried about no ho
i ain’t worried about n0body that can’t come to where i go
i ain’t worried about no money, i be up when b+tches low
i ain’t worried about this rollie, any time, i be on go, bah
[outro]
i do what i want and put on sh+t i know don’t even match
i do what i want and put on sh+t i know don’t even match
grrah
grrah
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