Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song B-Eazy: Da' Bad Boy, artist - B-EazyDate of issue: 28.10.2021
Song language: English
B-Eazy: Da' Bad Boy |
| Say Eazy, are you a bad boy? |
| Yeah, I’m a bad boy |
| I play the game & I never get caught |
| Yeah B-Eazy, you a bad boy |
| Yeah, I’m a bad boy |
| Fuck tha laws, I play the way that I was taught, baby! |
| Say Eazy, are you a bad boy? |
| Yes I am, make it quite clear |
| There’s a new Outlaw in town |
| And this is my year! |
| Listen up & get the fuck up out of my chair |
| Watch kind of chilly |
| A reminder that my time’s near |
| Yeah, and I sense you kind of scared |
| Well you ought to be, cuz I keep my artillery right here |
| Yeah, I’m well aware of all the fight stares |
| Game so tight, I could pull them 2 dimes right there |
| Right were? |
| Them sexy dimes sipping Belvedere |
| Standing right next to them dikes |
| In white Nike Airs |
| With that light-brown hair, tell her come here |
| I ain’t fronting |
| Let me whisper sweet somethings in your ear |
| My mission is to give you what you been missing |
| Cause your man tripping |
| Give him the 50 yard fakeout |
| Let’s end up somewhere missing |
| Listen baby, here’s the program |
| Grab your coat from the coatman |
| And fuck your plans |
| We bout to go, damn! |
| Say Eazy, are you a bad boy? |
| Yeah, I’m a bad boy |
| I play the game & I never get caught |
| Yeah B-Eazy, you a bad boy |
| Yeah, I’m a bad boy |
| Fuck tha laws, I play the way that I was taught, baby! |
| Best believe, I will fuck your wife! |
| Leave it up to me, she’s getting fucked tonight! |
| Cause you didn’t fuck her right |
| That’s what she tells me when we hug at night |
| No kidding! |
| Make sure that the rubber’s tight |
| To let no kids in, that’s forbidden! |
| Until we sign them papers, maybe later |
| But for now, no children! |
| I give her that feeling |
| Cream filling like a nut? |
| Nah, nigga… I be feeling on her butt? |
| Until it’s time to beat it up! |
| I’ll leave it up to your man, understand |
| So he can eat it up |
| My mess, he can clean it up |
| Evidence? |
| Didn’t leave enough |
| Yeah, she sucked it all up, yup! |
| Say Eazy, are you a bad boy? |
| Yeah, I’m a bad boy |
| I play the game & I never get caught |
| Yeah B-Eazy, you a bad boy |
| Yeah, I’m a bad boy |
| Fuck tha laws, I play the way that I was taught, baby! |
| Man, somebody get Diddy on the line |
| And tell 'em it’s an artist in Dallas he need to sign |
| I got me city locked, plus my fitted cocked |
| I might Diddy bop, but for now I run Hip Hop |
| I keep some white friends, cause you know the Black Rob |
| Shit, I might out-shine Shyne, no wax job |
| I love to Puff on trees, that sticky-icky |
| Plus I know the popo’s follow B, but that’s no Biggie! |
| No big weight on me |
| Just that 38 on me |
| Pastor Mason told me |
| «Shit, you gotta keep the Faith, homie!» |
| You know I’m still hard to the core like Kim & them |
| Other rappers, they still a bore & I ain’t feeling them |
| I’m still sweet to the ladies, like cinnamon |
| Wait, they at the door? |
| Well, please send 'em in! |
| Baby my patience is thin, I won’t tell you twice |
| Or else, you must pay like you weigh like Kelly Price! |
| Say Eazy, are you a bad boy? |
| Yeah, I’m a bad boy |
| I play the game & I never get caught |
| Yeah B-Eazy, you a bad boy |
| Yeah, I’m a bad boy |
| Fuck tha laws, I play the way that I was taught, baby! |