Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bad Guy , by - Ameriqa. Song from the album FleXXin' & Fine$$in', in the genre Русский рэпRelease date: 07.07.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: MLK+
Song language: English
Bad Guy |
| Bitch im on my movie |
| With my guys and my groupies |
| Keep it bonifide with my music |
| Cameras shootin' like an oozie |
| Lies for the 1'a who loosin' |
| Kill or die for the clique i ride wit' no new excuses |
| This that true shit |
| Streets replaced my institution |
| But believe that wit em nubmers brother always get soultions |
| Goin' dummy of that d’usse |
| Bummie flow cause my shit roofless |
| Bitch give me the head i use it use it |
| Till her knowledge useless |
| Riddle feelings though |
| (With this high dro never feelin' low) |
| Lava Hot mothafucka in a winter coat |
| I be so far away from finished like im minus 4 |
| Ya’ll some minor hoes waving by em grochery store (Get It) |
| First Row |
| Main Role |
| 100 chains on no Django |
| A banner with a solo star spangled |
| Pay per view my swag cable |
| Homie want a million plus ain’t no lie my |
| Rollie always on a rush fuck the time I’m |
| Bad guy on the other side of big screens |
| When i die hope they miss me |
| When i die hope they miss a brother |
| I be on my fuck the world shit nut for nothin' |
| This that southern bitch don’t u diss that southern |
| Hit yo bitch up wit my D now the misses cummin' |
| I i i i no no u u u |
| (damn) damn dat boy b fly gucci parashute |
| Walk up in the booth new pair of paris shoes |
| Fuck boys they hate it cause we made it from the block where even winners loose |
| Where chicken heads for the rightous guap on cocks like kangaroos |
| Dope boys on spots they be pumpin' em rocks don’t get their bread confused |
| Before them cops n feds come through u’ll get yo heads removed |
| I garantee i’ve been a g since Pre-K |
| Shoplifting at 4 no ebay |
| Young killas got my shit on replay |
| Broke bitches never know where we stay |
| Take it for the team NBA |
| And a ticket one way to my dreamland |
| Bomb pussy bomb weed we demand |
| I mean it i need dat |
| In rhymes my vitae curriculum |
| What’s Impossible for u ain’t even difficult |
| Got two twins up in my bed fuckin' me similiar |
| All them bitches do is balls dribblers |
| Indisputable despicable |
| Minimum up at the mic i spit is miracles |
| Big Bad mothafucka on them big screens |
| Stay forever live how can u miss me |