| Say hi, hi to the bad guy
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| Niggas die kids cry when I pass by
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| Wave goodbye, say goodnight to the bad guy
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| Hold that gat high, blat blat
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| I don’t give a fuck
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| Who I trust? |
| Me nigga that’s who
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| 'In None We Trust' unless you got your tattoo
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| C.O.B tatted on your back too
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| Now you with me, blat blat
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| We don’t give a fuck
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| I’ll drive by and blow, I don’t mean I’ll roll by and beep-beep
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| Face hidden like I’m so shy so they don’t I.D. |
| me
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| My flow Christ feed me
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| Who’s dope? |
| Oh hi, it’s me see?
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| Yo shit’s male bovine feces
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| You should go find an ocean close by, close yo eyes
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| With your hands and feet both tied and go dive, deep sea
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| I’m so high, I see 3 of you
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| But unless you’re giving me head, don’t mind me, please
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| I’ll hit a nigga with a Molotov and watch it ignite him
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| The impact will send him flying through the air like he M. Bison
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| I’m Ali and Tyson in fighting
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| You is enticing shock and I’m thunder n' lightning, it enlightening?
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| I get it jumping like ten hype-men
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| Dumb bars, I think with my second head, that’s why I cum hard!
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| You’d be lucky if you even see tenth place
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| I’m beginning to think this a fixed race
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| That’s on the real, like fish bait
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| You can’t masterly express us, can’t even match this pay
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| Cut you if you touch my green, not in a cat this way
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| I got a chick that I’m finna' drill, I’m tryna get in her center field
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| Like where Matt Kemp play, I’m a mack pimp, Hey!
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| My nigga, that shit cray
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| What we say? |
| Nigga «In None We Trust»
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| Finna be running the whole U.S. and y’all niggas can’t run with us
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| Y’all don’t wanna fuck with us? |
| We be spraying them irons
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| So what if you got stripes? |
| A zebra is prey for a lion
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| No cape, but I’m flying, ape and a giant
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| Raising the climate, I’m hot, sizzling, grilling, I’m baking, I’m frying
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| Snatch the belt off the waist of Orion and strangle you lying rappers
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| Your flow ain’t new, your shit is ancient like Mayans
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| Wanna be down with the streets? |
| Pow Pow
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| On the pavement just lying
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| I ain’t raising awareness, I’m raising defiance, Yeah
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| I’m fucking your bitch in a sailboat, sex sails
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| I show you a team of fly niggas, Red Tails
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| Say hi, hi to the bad guy
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| Niggas die kids cry when I pass by
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| Wave goodbye, say goodnight to the bad guy
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| Hold that gat high, blat blat
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| I don’t give a fuck
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| Who I trust? |
| Me nigga that’s who
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| 'In None We Trust' unless you got your tattoo
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| C.O.B tatted on your back too
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| Now you with me, blat blat
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| We don’t give a fuck
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| Say goodbye to your mama, wave goodbye to your father
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| Wait if life is a game then I’ll play it like it was Contra
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| First???, I’mma kamikaze bomber
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| I lift a ratchet, call that your Dalai Lama
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| If you are what you eat, then I should you call guys dick
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| I eat mics, I eat victims, nigga call me Mike Vick
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| Yea the whole shoes is laced, but we all just might trip
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| I stay fly while I’m tripping, like I caught a flight switch
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| It’s Mission Impossible, dissin' my viscious apostle
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| My niggas will follow you Twits, you wish we unfollow
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| But then we demolish you, right now I’m chilling with models
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| They fly as a bird, so I know I can get em to swallow
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| None of y’all can lyrically whoop me
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| I’m sicker than eating period pussy
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| I looked at me in the mirror and eerily
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| I seen the spirit of Tookie
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| I wasn’t a killer either Pac, but my enemies pushed me
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| I’m a raw dog, I’m finna gnaw off my leash
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| Til I crack and chiseled all my teeth
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| Listen up nigga, I’m vicious the minute that this menace draws his heat
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| Leave you holy as them cats at the Synagogue who preach
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| You don’t wanna brawl or beef, I lift you off your feet
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| You a soft actor, shoulda been on Dawson’s Creek
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| That’s why I got your tender calling me
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| No rent, I stay off up in the walls for free
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| I begin to question your sexual preference
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| Like Christmas presents, you be off in the closet deep
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| I give you no warning before my lead busts
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| I’ll blow your dome to the sky, that’s your heads up
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| I’m always raw like I don’t wear no rubber
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| If you a Land Rov', I’m a Lambo fucker
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| Been hungry like I ain’t never ate no supper
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| I’m always in the streets, like manhole covers
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| Say hi, hi to the bad guy
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| Niggas die kids cry when I pass by
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| Wave goodbye, say goodnight to the bad guy
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| Hold that gat high, blat blat
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| I don’t give a fuck
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| Who I trust? |
| Me nigga that’s who
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| 'In None We Trust' unless you got your tattoo
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| C.O.B tatted on your back too
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| Now you with me, blat blat
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| We don’t give a fuck |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bad Guy , by - Horseshoe Gang. Song from the album #TrueStory, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп