Bad, Badd, Bad
KC Fetti
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, ohhhh I was just down bad, but it wasn't all bad So I went and got some new racks, but I ain't all that Niggas swear they in the big leagues, but they be ball-cap How you go and get a new ass and walk with all that Ooh, shawty, you know you too fine, and that's an all-cap I f*ck a bitch and hit the duece sign, I never call back Mask and gloves when I produce mines, we really in the trap My dawg searchin' like a canine to knock him off the map We ain't talkin' bout no seatbelts, but we be all strapped Dont give a f*ck about this rap shit because we all trapped I'm NY with the knics I ain't on the bench, I cop the wrist & ball out Treat that hustlin' like a gig, and I can't never call out F*ck amends we fall out Hawk him down, walk him down Wildlin' out, about the set, now he can't even walk around We ain't done, we gon' draw down, and we gon' chalk him out Pussy boy say he don't want war, but we gon' stump him out I-c-k-y slime him out, I keep my fire when I be out Now I'm up a couple thousand like I never seen a drought I shoulda known that they was rats when I was quiet as a mouse I had to f*ck her in the rental, I can't let her see the house I was just down bad, but it wasn't all bad So I went and got some new racks, but I ain't all that Niggas swear they in the big leagues, but they be ball-cap How you go and get a new ass and walk with all that Ooh, shawty, you know you too fine, and that's an all-cap I f*ck a bitch and hit the duece sign, I never call back Mask and gloves when I produce mines, we really in the trap My dawg searchin' like a canine to knock him off the map They ain't let me in with a nine, so I ain't comin' out I got the jeep truck with the lift, it cost a hundred thousand The streets wild, and they get wilder, they'll kill you for a thousand Count money out in Maui, bitch, I'm really on the island I ain't even fly her out, but she gon' f*ck me cause I'm stylish Hide my stash at her spot told her leave where she found it We gon' leave em where we found him We gon' make em spread if this bitch crowded I pray to God but I keep demons around me I keep killers around me I'm on drugs, so I keep dealers around me I'm a thug, so I keep blickys around me Love how them guns sounding' , wecan't wait to spin your block Let the window down, now you hear is Bop, bop, bop Hope the paramedics make it to your before ya heart stop F*ck that, Hit him again, we make sure that they not To the world she a celeb but I treat her like a thot Go and swipe for a new Benz, and then I count up a lot I was just down bad, but it wasn't all bad So I went and got some new racks, but I ain't all that Niggas swear they in the big leagues, but they be ball-cap How you go and get a new ass and walk with all that Ooh, shawty, you know you too fine, and that's an all-cap I f*ck a bitch and hit the duece sign, I never call back Mask and gloves when I produce mines, we really in the trap My dawg searchin' like a canine to knock him off the map
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