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young thug feat. lil baby - bad bad bad lyrics

wheezy outta here

rose gold seat on a f-cking helicopter

double c, no chanel, ’cause she bad, bad, bad
ridin’ kawasaki, i could cop you a new ‘rari
let you ride it in your rafs and you’re bad, bad, bad
no playin’, no atari, i won’t play with you for nothing
i can eat you like hibachi ’cause you’re bad, bad, bad
i just took the doors off the ‘ghini, now i’m riding
and i’m sliding in her, sideways, now she call me her zaddy

rich n-gg- sh-t, i bought my thottie a new patek
got a model, got a thickie, got a bm, got a stallion
got a billion dollar corporation, f-ck a xanny
i got millions to go get and a couple b-tches to uh, yeah
you my dawg ’til we dead, not a question
but i can’t f-ck with you like i want ’cause you ratted
got a million dollars in the wall, in the bentley
got a step down, got it hard, got it cracking on her
half a million, i just need a warm up
for half a million, uh, uh, mm, i could buy the building
i could rent this sh-t out or save it for the children
i could deck this sh-t out or give it to the villains
somewhere they can hide when they do some k!lling
all of the rides got grenade ceilings
loaded with a ride cost a cool million

rose gold seat on a f-cking helicopter
double c, no chanel, ’cause she bad, bad, bad
ridin’ kawasaki, i could cop you a new ‘rari
let you ride it in your rafs and you’re bad, bad, bad
no playin’, no atari, i won’t play with you for nothing
i can eat you like hibachi ’cause you’re bad, bad, bad
i just took the doors off the ‘ghini, now i’m riding
and i’m sliding in her, sideways, now she call me her zaddy

paper tag, peanut b-tter seats, i’m ridin’
i be in the foreign, i f-ck with slime, we tatted (slatt)
different color diors on my feet, i couldn’t decide which
never tap the baddest, she done make that set my side b-tch
trash bag gang, i can put that on the logic
street shows me, i ain’t never had to sign up
then we hand b-tches in the group, i make ’em line up
beep, beep, beep, that’s me, n-gg-, get back
real dope boy, don’t know how to work a cashapp
how many you got? i’ll send it alone, i’ma cash out
i been sipping lean ’bout to pee, ’til i p-ss out
went to sleep apartment, woke up in the paradise
n-gg-s stealin’ drip but it don’t matter, they don’t wear it right
they don’t even speak but i can see i got ’em terrified
double r truck, come through, sh-t on everybody
bad, bad, b-tch, good head, hit her every night

take the four doors off of the jeep (bad, bad, bad)
i ain’t doin’ no swaps with the freak, uh (bad, bad, bad)
we can handle this sh-t out in the streets, yeah (bad, bad, bad)
i ain’t goin’ to her house for a meeting (bad, bad, bad)
pull up in a truck, in a ceilin’
n-gg-s never coming out, it ain’t leaving
how could n-gg- take a loss if he leaving?
quickly take off like i’m lebron

- young thug feat lil baby lyrics

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