Bad Boy
Paulie Playoff
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I could name 4,5,6 niggas that keep watching my pockets (Pocket watchers) F*ck with me I'll show you my rocket I'm going so hard I'll never ever stop it I'm not the type to just let shit slide (Nah) I'll get all the money I can before I die If you don't go after what you want, you will never thrive So you want a bad boy (Shawty want a bad boy) So you want a trapper (She want a trapper) So you want a nigga with 5, 6 figures I'll be on that soon cause I'm a money flipper So you want a bad boy So you want a hustler (Shawty want a hustler) If I buy something best believe imma flip it The money don't sleep so I'll never ever quit it Don't get in a car with me if you gon scream every time do that dash You call me toxic cause when I driving I'm always counting cash (HEY) I'll punch a nigga in his mouth if he talking about your past The past never happened so it's time to surpass I can't listen to nobody if they broke with no money stashed (Hell nah) Most these people leeches hit them with the gat You want me cause you seeing that I'm all that I'll make you smile and beat it for a while I make you mad cause I don't answer your dial (Yeah) How you deal with me I question that Your friends telling you don't give him a child You don't know how to react You wondering how I smile cause you know my lifestyle wild So you want a bad boy So you want trapper (She want a trapper) You gon have to deal with niggas come through with guns to protect your favorite rapper So you want bad boy So you want a nigga who won't take no shit If a bitch owe you money tell me what you desire Gasoline in a bottle that bitch house on fire Running, running, running, running that's the life that I live I can't post on social media cause I know a couple people watching it Life on the edge you say you like it best I don't got time for no other bitch so I already passed your test When I come by you looking forward to the sex (HEY) I put three percs in my pineapple Fanta Off the wine you turn into a dancer You think she a good girl just cause she went to Stanford (Nah, nah, nah) She like the hustlers and gangster She keep on calling me handsome I'm a lion in the jungle and she say she's my panther She said bad boy by Playoff is her anthem I'm the type of nigga to blow smoke in the face of the judge who's bout to give me a cas I'll have my shooters outside just in case (Everybody duck) Break a nigga window with my damn bat Just cause he owe me some cash Running from the cops I'm jumping on cars (Yeah) This gas got me high I feel like I'm on mars (Yeah) I'm tryna live my life No I won't die Sorry baby if I made you cry You know what you signed up for I ain't telling no lies Yes baby I did do that crime To the cops imma need you to lie If you my down bitch, show that shit Your reward would be be rubbing that clit I can't relax So much ways to make money in this World I can't even cap (No, No, No) Baby, sit on my lap It's been a long day, flipping shit Now I want you to arch that back Yeah Playoff It's just you and me now
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