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This song is currently unavailable in your area. I got Hitman on the beat AKel Yes, sir YoungBoy came back like they left him for dead Uh, uh, uh, uh Coolin', rollin', I told shawty, "Give me head" Uh, uh, uh, uh Yeah, YoungBoy is just rollin', yes, sir Shawty don't love me, you know I'ma treat her bad Bad-bad I'm real right, hold yo' sticks tight Get yo' clique knocked with this cash These niggas with me 4KTrey, they bust yo' ass Bust yo' Nigga, what it's hittin' like? It's a stick fight, we gon' bust until you smash They want attention, then YoungBoy get you clapped at Rollin' off them pills, it's gon' go down, push yo' hat back My niggas know they let off, they better clap back Up in Cali with two gats I need three more, see where the straps at Yuh I need a pint, I won't go under, I'll be leanin' 'til the morning I'll face his dome, won't catch him slippin', creep up on him I got all this money Don't mean nothin' and it ain't a question, I'ma dump it So think twice before you dream of takin' somethin' He hit the kill switch when he turnt up on them meds Mm-mm He lose his mind and he put five on top yo' head On them Xans he catch him walkin' like he dead He don't give a fuck if it's his bloody, zip him, yeah Mm-mm-mm YoungBoy came back like they left him for dead Yeah, yeah, gon' air 'em through I came back fixed, is he eternal?
Bad Bad Bad - Young Thug feat Lil Baby, Future
Show song. Songs lyrics and translations to be found here are protected by copyright of their owners and are meant for educative purposes only. Report illegal content. Playlist Share. Back to high school love The kind without the drugs We were just two city kids We would run around And tear a few things down But that's the worst that it would get. Bad, bad, bad we're in trouble now Or so, so, so they'd say They think they've got us figured out But we kinda like it, that way. It was just a crush But wild and dangerous You and I were out too late Started in my car Might've gone to far But we were down to make mistakes. They say we're going to hell Let's find a cheap motel And stay a couple nights And when our time is done We'll go back on the run Do whatever we like.
Rose gold seat on a fucking helicopter Double C, on Chanel, 'cause she bad, bad, bad Ridin' Kawasaki, I could cop you a new 'Rari Let you ride it in your Rafs and you're bad, bad, bad No playin', no Atari, I won't play with you for nothing I can eat you like Hibachi 'cause you're bad, bad, bad I just took the doors off the 'Ghini, now I'm riding And I'm sliding in her, sideways, now she call me her Zaddy. Rich na shit, I bought my thottie a new Patek Got a model, got a thickie, got a BM, got a stallion Got a billion dollar corporation, fuck a Xanny I got millions to go get and a couple bitches to- uh, yeah You my dawg 'til we dead, not a question But I can't fuck with you like I want 'cause you ratted Got a million dollars in the wall, in the Bentley Got it stepped on, got it hard, got it cracking on her Half a million, I just did a warm up for Half a million, uh, uh, mm I could buy the building I could rent this shit out and save it for the children I could dead this shit out and give it to the villains Somewhere they can hide when they do some killing All of the rides got grenade ceilings Loaded with a ride cost a cool million. Paper tag, peanut butter seats, I'm ridin' I be in the foreign, I fuck with slime, we tied in slatt Different color Diors on my feet, I couldn't decide which Never tap the baddest, she done make that set my side bitch Trash bag gang, I can put that on the logic Street shows me, I ain't never had to sign up Then we havin' bitches in the group, I make 'em line up Beep, beep, beep, that's me, na, get back Real dope boys, don't know how to work a CashApp How many you got that's in the law, I mean to cash out I been sipping lean, 'bout to pee 'til I pass out Went to sleep 'partment, woke up in a paradise Nas 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, shit on everybody Bad, bad, bitch, good head, hit her every night. 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 shit 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 Nas never comin' out, then we leavin' How could na take a loss if he leavin'? Quickly take off like I'm LeBron. Lil Baby. The Biz premium subscriber content has moved to Billboard. To simplify subscriber access, we have temporarily disabled the password requirement. Don't show again.