Lyrics:
really want a real bi**h you could've left Chim alone
And if you think you're lonely now
Boy wait till tonight, when it ain't right
When it ain't tight,
I'm wit'a bad bitch
With a black glick and it's plastic (Glock)
See y'all niggas been talking mad shit
And till we catch u stretch u like u elastic
By
Bad, she's so bad
Who's Bad, she's so bad
Who's Bad, she's so bad
Now pay attention for a minute cause I'm being for real
Gold diggers gonna hear this
Not a bad cat, not a bad hat
Doing me a real big favor
Forget the bad cats and the bad hats
Playing it all real good
And a damn boy give me a shine,
Let me tell you 'bout real mad dawgs (mad dawgs)
Real bad dawgs (mad dawgs)
Real mad dawgs
Ayy, ayy (Kelly on the beat, boy)
Me hold faith
Wiley
Representing, ain't got the tee on
Today but you know it’s Boy Better know
Okay!
My name's Skepta, also known as H-A-Y
'Cause if I got P’s I'm
Hands up if you fucking with a dope boy
Hands up if you fucking with a dope boy
Every bad bitch want a real nigga
Every bad bitch want a real nigga
And nigga raised by the rat's roaches
Real youngen holdin coke
State they gave my man life
Feds they gave my man 10
Messin with this dirty game feel like
I'm
rocking like a cruise ship
Uh ion dance I be jooking
2 step when I see your shorty looking
Aye real Florida boy yeah my moves nice
I might Wu tang with it
she Bad Boy
No Will Smith
Coughing like I need an ambulance
That's real piff
Lost ya arms in an accident
Still feel this
Ice all over my neck and hands
know I'm bad) (yeah, for real)
Ooh, your body natural, these other bitches plastic
I could tell you get that money by the way you actin' (ha)
Other
And stop to search me, controversy
Them boys in the klansmen hoods is thirsty but
Hey mothafucka I'm real as shit
Everything I'm talkin bout real as,
got some real shit
Trying to be like $hort motherfucker, you know what I'm saying?
Dangerous Music got some mack shit for your ass, boy
Fuck him up,
Hot hot
Hot hot
Hot hot
Hot hot
Hot boy, hot boy, take a nigga face off
Hot boy, hot boy, who else wanna face off
Hot boy, hot boy, twelve get shot
You're welcome to my Darkside
Everywhere cold
All of them dem boys
Dey para outside
2 by 2 jab like AJ
Whenever the fight starts
Burst the bottle
playin', bitch, run up like I'm Jason
Bitch, get into it, bitch, I started off rappin' in my mama basement
Stop playin', boy, got bad behavior
What the fuck
Yeah
Boy
Boy
Man ah bad
Bad bad badder
Mad mad mad mutha
F*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck outta here
F*ck outta here
Man ah bad
Bad bad badder
Mad mad mad
attendance, boy you late
Born to die, that's ya fate
2 phones, Kevin Gates
Brand new ride (skrt, skrt)
I'mma drive by (I'mma drive by)
Fly real high (Stay fly
have her fuckin' boys, beast
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin' problem (problem)
And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (true)
I love
have her fuckin' boys, beast
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin' problem (problem)
And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (true)
I love
in when I'm in
Say we give best yeah for real
Know we never slack anyaway
Man we need the pounds anyday
King of the town
I be king of the Octagon
Boy
was down bad, I had to run it up
(Run it up)
Twelve jump behind me, put it in the cuff
(In the cuff)
Real D boy, sellin' grams and weighing up
(Weighing
draped in diamonds and pearls
Beside every man is a Bad Girl, uh
(That's right)
(Nine-six Bad Boy, come on)
No time for fake niggas (uh-uh, uh-uh)
draped in diamonds and pearls
Beside every man is a Bad Girl, uh
(That's right)
(Nine-six Bad Boy, come on)
No time for fake niggas (uh-uh, uh-uh)
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