Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bad Company, artist - A$AP Rocky. Date of issue: 27.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bad Company |
| People think you're stuck up, but we're all super good friends |
| It's only natural, I suppose, but we're all super good friends |
| Um, I get the feeling that you're admired, but, um |
| I'm above average |
| I got so much beef, I could barely sleep |
| Paranoia got me losin' all my Z's, all day |
| Good lord, momma prayin' on her knees, all day |
| If you still frontin' when I up it, I'mma squeeze |
| Bad company's bad for your company |
| Bad company's bad for your company |
| Mac and the ski mask in case you come for me |
| Got the Mac and the ski mask in case you come for me |
| When I say I got beef, they don't want no beef |
| When they say they got beef, they don't wanna eat |
| If he said he wants smoke, they don't want no steam |
| She put her feet on her teeth, bad bad bad bad bad |
| Had a bachelors degree, Ph.D. |
| while sellin' speed |
| Fix the face then fix the weave, now workin' on her self-esteem |
| Hit up Bloc, yo' this Flock |
| Nigga, where you at? |
| Pin the drop, uh |
| My new map location be the block on the app |
| I need money and company, Nah Nah |
| Bad bitches, I don't even know the company, hahahaha |
| You—you—you can't hang baby, we don't want you 'round here |
| I—ice on my neck and it's froze, Santa's reindeer |
| Y—you got bad bitches, hella hoes, i—i—it's the same here |
| You bad company, lil' bro, you can't hang here |
| G—g—g—gettin' money so the bottles keep on comin' |
| Ph—ph—pho—pho—phone ringin' so you know the trap jumpin' |
| Tha—tha—that nigga lookin' at me, he owe me some money |
| Hit 'em with the Tommy, now that nigga crumpin' |
| Why—why these niggas playin' games? |
| They don't want no problems with me |
| My shooters got good aim, you know I brought them shottas with me |
| Might have hit a bad stain, they say that someone top was missin' |
| Them niggas were opposition |
| They move wrong, so I shot them bitches |
| Dark shades, too much smoke, I could barely see the fumes |
| Actin' brand new like I don't see you when I do |
| Who them folks? |
| Who want smoke? |
| You too close, give me room |
| Funny folks, play it close, do the most, don't they? |
| Bad company, that's bad for your company |
| Bad company, that's bad for your company |
| Mad cow disease, now you in a ton of beef |
| Black Mac tucked underneath my new blue dungarees |
| Flintstone bust down, color Murakami |
| Fruity pebble bezel, Wilma, Betty, Fred, and Barney |
| Bad bitch from outta town, I think she model Abercrombie |
| Wrist game Lucky Charmy, told my jeweler Leprechaun me |
| I'mma come clean, I got hella beef |
| Paranoia got me rollin' up my sleeves, okay |
| Niggas hatin' cause I'm uppin' up the fees |
| Whole team got V's on they tees, all day |
| I got so much beef, I could barely sleep |
| Paranoia got me losin' all my Z's, all day |
| Good lord, momma prayin' on her knees, all day |
| If you still frontin' when I up it, I'mma squeeze |
| I'm above average |