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rucci – bad boys lyrics

[intro]
(you can really do that, cami?)
(420 tiesto)

[verse 1: rucci]
okay, she almost broke my heart, then i remembered she was broke (what?)
spent a hundred bands on this moncler coat (hundred bands)
a real pothead if you n+ggas want smoke (want smoke)
about bread, got that sh+t by the loaf, ayy (go)
okay, now viva la raza (viva la raza)
double g’s with my prada (with my prada)
chinchilla coat, n+gga, watch me cha+cha (ooh, ooh)
got my name off the block like ibaka
name a n+gga hotter
real rockstar, no guitar, this a chopper (this a chopper)
heard you pop bars, i pop bags and take molly (take molly)
two bad b+tches in the back, they both dykin’
i been had money, man, that sh+t don’t excite me (what?)
if i go down, on my life, you better write me (what?)
knock a n+gga down, double back, we still slidin’
bought my b+tch a body, now she feelin’ like she kylie (go)
i’m a bad boy, mike lowrey

[chorus: rucci]
ayy, ayy, ayy, they let me bring my gun in the party (in the party)
i done popped some pills, now i’m r+t+rded (now i’m r+t+rded)
they f+cked up, look what they done started (what they done started)
we got choppers, no harleys (ayy, go)
i’m a bad boy, mike lowrey (mike lowrey)
ayy, i’m not just anybody, i’m a target (i’m a target)
walkin’ out of saks fifth, you at target (you at target)
a real sh+t+talker, a real sh+t+starter, what you finna tell ’em?
do somethin’, n+gga, do somethin’, ayy (ayy)
do somethin’, n+gga, do somethin’, ayy (they ain’t gon’ do nothin’)
do somethin’, n+gga, do somethin’, ayy (ayy, okay, though)
do somethin’, n+gga, do somethin’ (they ain’t gon’ do nothin’)
[verse 2: azchike]
slide somethin’, n+gga, slide somethin’
my n+ggas hungry, b+tch, you can die for nine hundred
and we gon’ rob your b+tch ass if you don’t buy nothin’
your independent broke ass, you need to sign somethin’
i tell a b+tch f+ck yours, i know mines comin’
b+tch, you a weak f+ck like we dry humpin’
you can suck me all you want, he ain’t gon’ try nothin’
i said you could die for nine, but f+ck it, he’ll take five hundred
or the stick with the kickback in this kickback
if you don’t ask me, n+gga, ask him where your b+tch at
p+ss me off, show you where that sh+t at
chopper bullets lookin’ like the tip of a pickaxe
now why would i sit on my ass? that’s where you kiss at
need like ten mil’ with like ten plaques
and like that plaque on your gums, we goin’ pitch black
i told my n+ggas, “boy, i got it, you just sit back”

- rucci lyrics

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