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rocky badd - i'll rather lyrics

[verse 1: mozzy]
i’d rather bang what i’m banging
never switch sides, you a godd+mn lier
[?] tryna play the middle, that’s what got his ass fried
[?] the time
i’d never tell, h+ll na, i’d rather die
ain’t no white flags [?]
i’d never tell, h+ll na, i’d rather die
b+tch it ain’t no white flags over here [?]
[?] money on my mind
[?] money on the line
f+ck her from behind, but i’d rather get the neck
she my lil brother type, so i let him get [?]
took thе b+tch [?] ran off for the check
we don’t do it for thе fame, b+tch, we do it for the set
pull up on a sucker, and do [?] with no regrets
i just bought the hood guns, these n+ggas’d rather flex
[chorus: rocky badd]
i’d rather keep sh+t quiet
i’d rather keep sh+t solid
broke boy, keep out of my pockets
that’s the type of sh+t that get vilant
n+ggas stay lying
i already know who ain’t got it
don’t give a f+ck what n+ggas bought
i cut a f+ck n+gga off
lame ass n+ggas just soft
b+tch ass n+ggas just talk
you can tell i’m a boss by the walk

[verse 2: rocky badd]
a hundred, i ain’t even gotta talk
b+tches gon die when they caught
i don’t give a f+ck about jail
b+tch, i don’t ever call 12
i’d rather go to h+ll, just to touch a lil b+tch who ain’t never seen a cell
i’d rather ride on my feet
grown not a freak, but this [?] speak
throw me some cash for you leave
make him leave the cash cause i’m me
these hoes ain’t nothing like me
tell me why [?]
[?] and it’s free
[?] off a b+tch
[?] b+tch
i’d rather [?] me a b+tch
[?] just for laughing
can’t fool me, cause i’m hip and i know oes cappin
imma make these bumm hoes [?]
be cool with the tool [?]
i don’t drop [?] somebody gon die, n+gga
[?] my side n+ggas
still tatted up, but pretty [?]
[?] probably just buy liquor
f+ck it run a tab [?]
hoes head better, don’t matter, cause i don’t kiss her
imma do the dash with cash, cause i don’t miss her
[?]
[chorus: rocky badd]
i’d rather keep sh+t quiet
i’d rather keep sh+t solid
broke boy, keep out of my pockets
that’s the type of sh+t that get vilant
n+ggas stay lying
i already know who ain’t got it
don’t give a f+ck what n+ggas bought
i cut a f+ck n+gga off
lame ass n+ggas just soft
b+tch ass n+ggas just talk
you can tell i’m a boss by the walk

[verse 3: rocky badd]
running to a bag and it’s heavy
imma show my ass when i’m ready
he don’t got no cash, and he peddy
[?] got a flatbed like a chevy
n+ggas sleep more than they hustle
probably paranoid in the jungle
probably [?] with some bubbles
go to your room [?] trouble
n+gga [?] muzzle
replace these n+ggas, these b+tches
i don’t chase these b+tches
i erase these b+tches
and i don’t save these b+tches
[?] want it, ho, come and get it
foot on they necks [?] for a minute
ride with a shooter, but windows is tinted
i’m bout that life, and these b+tches not in it
no, kicking b+tches out like a kickstand
it ain’t hard to find where the bumms at
and if you still broke when you come back
please don’t tell n0body this a comeback
all my n+ggas on go
all my b+tches want smoke
can’t eat with them, they broke
can’t beef with them, they hoes
[chorus: rocky badd]
i’d rather keep sh+t quiet
i’d rather keep sh+t solid
broke boy, keep out of my pockets
that’s the type of sh+t that get vilant
n+ggas stay lying
i already know who ain’t got it
don’t give a f+ck what n+ggas bought
i cut a f+ck n+gga off
lame ass n+ggas just soft
b+tch ass n+ggas just talk
you can tell i’m a boss by the walk

- rocky badd lyrics

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