Lyrics Bad to Tha Bone - Max B, Giggs, Paul Couture

Bad to Tha Bone

Max Biggavel
Hahaha, yeah
(Couture)
Four-time felon, quick to give a nigga the steamer
Never been on probation, I don’t do misdemeanors
Shout out to Big Meech, shout out that nigga Shmurda
My baby, she sold her soul, child out flippin' burgers
I finally got momma house (Momma)
Money couldn’t spend it
Seven figures from prison, all mines independent
Eloquent Music God (EMG)
Some would call me genius
Some women want the money, most of 'em love the penis
Came back on post-conviction
Post-convictions it be the niggas that’s
Caught up in the systm
I was for little paper (Paper)
Playd with prophecies (Yeah)
Desperate to find a caper, cocaine shopping sprees
Visions to be the nigga
Started flipping music
Negro Spirituals, they didn’t think that Big could do it
Jag on chrome, put the mag to your dome
Used to be superbad
Now I’m just bad to the bone, oh
I’m b-b-b-bad (Bad)
A couple mill in the stash (A couple mill in the stash)
Two hunnid plus on the dash
I fucks with chicks with the bag (I fucks with chicks with the bag)
I’m bad to the bone (I'm bad)
I’m bad to the bone (I'm bad)
I’m b-b-b-bad (Bad)
I’m superbad to the bone (Yeah)
Hollow the General, always respect the people (Yeah)
Dude got the TEC for evil (Yeah)
Always protect the people (Yeah)
Dude disrespected me, shoot up, and the vehicle
Beat up the .45, few from the Desert Eagle (Ooh)
Superbad (Bad)
Superbad to the bone, nigga, scoop the bag (Hmm)
Where I’m at, this my home, niggas shoot and stab (Stab)
Never had an idea what a yute could have (Trust me)
MAC11 on pop
Niggas got him down, think it was 'bout seven o’clock
Man was sittin’down, thinkin' that it’s never gon' stop
If you look around, niggas stick together a lot
'Cause you never know when the niggas ready or not
But I always know, niggas got wetter than mop
On a level though, niggas know the devils’ll plot
But I get it though, now a nigga sell in the shop
I’m b-b-b-bad (Bad)
A couple mill in the stash (A couple mill in the stash)
Two hunnid plus on the dash
I fucks with chicks with the bag (I fucks with chicks with the bag)
I’m bad to the bone (I'm bad)
I’m bad to the bone (I'm bad)
I’m b-b-b-bad (Bad)
I’m superbad to the bone (Yeah)
See I’m in love with the wavy
The got me torn
I put my ma' in home
I’m superbad to the bone
Copped that new 'Lac with the chrome
They pushed my packs with the phone
I’m superbad to the bone
I’m superbad to the bone, yeah
Fuck with it (Haha)