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young thug - bad bad bad lyrics

[intro]
wheezy outta here

[chorus: young thug]
rose gold seats on a f-ckin’ helicopter
double c, no chanel, ’cause she bad, bad, bad
ridin’ kawasaki, and i could cop you a new ‘rari
let you ride it, know your route and you’re bad, bad, bad
no playin’, no atari, i won’t play with you for nothin’
i can eat you like hibachi ’cause you bad, bad, bad
i just took the doors off the ‘ghini, now i’m ridin’
and i’m slidin’ in her sideways, now she call me her zaddy

[verse 1: young thug]
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 band’
and got it stepped-on, got it hard, got it crackin’ on her
half a million, i just did a warm up for half a million, uh, uh, mmm
i can buy the buildin’
i can rent this sh-t out or save it for the children
i can dead this sh-t out or give it to the villains
somewhere they can hide when they do some k!llin’
all of the rides got grenade ceilings
loaded with a ride, cost a cool million

[verse 2: lil baby]
paper tag, peanut b-tter seats, i’m ridin’
i be in the foreign, f-ck with slime, we tied in (slatt)
different color diors on my feet, i couldn’t decide which
never talked about it, she done made herself my side b-tch
trash bag gang, i can put that on elijah
street chose me, i ain’t never had to sign up
then we hittin’ b-tches in the group, i make ’em line up
beep, beep, beep, that’s me, n-gg-, get back
real dopeboy, don’t know how to work a cashapp
how many you got? i’ll send it ‘lone, bring the cash out
i been sippin’ lean, ’bout to pee ’til i p-ss out
went to sleep ‘partment, 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

[outro: young thug]
take the four doors off of the jeep (bad, bad, bad)
i ain’t doin’ no swaps with a freak, uh (bad, bad, bad)
we can handle this sh-t out in the streets, yeah (bad, bad, bad)
i ain’t goin’ to a house for a meetin’, yeah (bad, bad, bad)
pull up in a truck, any season
n-gg-s never comin’ out, then we leavin’
how could n-gg- take a loss if he leavin’?
quickly take off like i’m lebron

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