Lyrics:
an eagle
Throwin' bullets before Donovan
I had real white boys on Smack before Solomon
I was sendin' Hollows through
Glass before Jonathan
Now if you so
Bob, drug dealer on the block
So you a bad boy
You carry big toys
You wanna get to know me, so you could just enjoy
Talk to me by your actions, I don't
by the Gods boy
I was born to be great
You can see it in my Face
Boy its way too late
I'm a million stars ahead of you
Boy you ain’t in my race
I'm
lips by my ears, saying sweet little lies
Hold up babygirl, can we last or say goodbyes?
I know you're bad, what the hell you put me through
Got me so
ramp
That's my success of failure
If I never had tried my best
Was thrown off by the bad vibes I guess
No wonder my favorite past time is stress
But
this fresh package
(Endorsed by so mean) bad Boy Headquarter
Your motherfuckin' boy Montana
(RNS real nigga shit) red talk to em
Woooooooo (Shakedown)
Ay
girl you a badde
All due respect to your feelings
CBN we the realest
This year is clear by the wrist wear we go separate real men from the children
But
dem sleeves up
Nigga, what the fuck?
You know about that D.P.G. Bad Boy connection
Connected by Funk Flex we in a Lexus
Or even the Suburban, swerve
For all my real niggas
For all my niggas that ain't here
For all my niggas that's down right now
Now this one is for my trill niggas
a freaky Glock
He left that pussy boy with hickeys
Yeah
Real bad guy
Get no fuck about no opp
We sending fuckboys to the sky
Lil bro said he couldn't see
my chick)
You see my chick is bad (Bad)
Picture perfect nigga
You should take a photograph
You see it's real (You see it's real)
They be like look
him vain
One a the first thing OG told me
When you start getting money certain people gon change
Keeping it real when them boy dey ain't
Them boy did
and find the real me
The real me
The real me
The real me
The real me
I'm a bad bitch
Know what I want
Learnt from life
Learnt from love
Now it's time
Bad
She loves when her boys come bad
Come in smooth like I'm moonwalking
But the only difference I ain't walking back
Slipping n slidin
Got me
a real bad girl (bad girl, I try, I try)
I didn't mean for you to get hurt
(Whatsoever) we can make it better
And tell me, boy, now wouldn't that be
rebuttals for real
Ya chick a thot, she lick the cock
Then gave scar to my man
Have four balls in her hand
She got jugglin' skills
But stop by ya spot
Like a heavyweight
I done been down bad
Here come better days
Please don’t play wit us boy that’s for heavens sake
Kill the beat every time it’s
dont talk
about it I did it ima show you how a real nigga move hold yo own and stay strong if the funk
come then its on bad bitches all in my phone ima
on them pills
Dade County dope-boy, best believe I'm 'bout dat doe
Chose come up get em yep, we ain't really by that def
Yeah, I'm the future, got
Bad police we burn them down
Bad police we burn them down
Bad police we burn them down
Bad police we burn them down
Don't shoot
Black boy black boy
Take
pop out
With a bag and bad bitch to match
And my little boy good
Even if I don't rap and that's facts
Aye cuz
I'm with the gang
Making plays for real
Politician, bad bitch, swallowtician, gotta get it
Yea (yea), last night I lost all that
I'ma wake my ass up, get it all back, thank God
I woke up, boy
So why do good girls like bad guys?
I had this question for a real long time
I've been a bad boy and it's plain to see
So why do good girls fall in
Aight look
Ever since I was thirteen
I been surrounded by hurt dreams
And fake niggas who threw shots, but none of that shit could hurt me
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