Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bad Guy, artist - Horseshoe Gang. Album song #TrueStory, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: C.O.B, Treacherous
Song language: English
Bad Guy |
Say hi, hi to the bad guy |
Niggas die kids cry when I pass by |
Wave goodbye, say goodnight to the bad guy |
Hold that gat high, blat blat |
I don’t give a fuck |
Who I trust? |
Me nigga that’s who |
'In None We Trust' unless you got your tattoo |
C.O.B tatted on your back too |
Now you with me, blat blat |
We don’t give a fuck |
I’ll drive by and blow, I don’t mean I’ll roll by and beep-beep |
Face hidden like I’m so shy so they don’t I.D. |
me |
My flow Christ feed me |
Who’s dope? |
Oh hi, it’s me see? |
Yo shit’s male bovine feces |
You should go find an ocean close by, close yo eyes |
With your hands and feet both tied and go dive, deep sea |
I’m so high, I see 3 of you |
But unless you’re giving me head, don’t mind me, please |
I’ll hit a nigga with a Molotov and watch it ignite him |
The impact will send him flying through the air like he M. Bison |
I’m Ali and Tyson in fighting |
You is enticing shock and I’m thunder n' lightning, it enlightening? |
I get it jumping like ten hype-men |
Dumb bars, I think with my second head, that’s why I cum hard! |
You’d be lucky if you even see tenth place |
I’m beginning to think this a fixed race |
That’s on the real, like fish bait |
You can’t masterly express us, can’t even match this pay |
Cut you if you touch my green, not in a cat this way |
I got a chick that I’m finna' drill, I’m tryna get in her center field |
Like where Matt Kemp play, I’m a mack pimp, Hey! |
My nigga, that shit cray |
What we say? |
Nigga «In None We Trust» |
Finna be running the whole U.S. and y’all niggas can’t run with us |
Y’all don’t wanna fuck with us? |
We be spraying them irons |
So what if you got stripes? |
A zebra is prey for a lion |
No cape, but I’m flying, ape and a giant |
Raising the climate, I’m hot, sizzling, grilling, I’m baking, I’m frying |
Snatch the belt off the waist of Orion and strangle you lying rappers |
Your flow ain’t new, your shit is ancient like Mayans |
Wanna be down with the streets? |
Pow Pow |
On the pavement just lying |
I ain’t raising awareness, I’m raising defiance, Yeah |
I’m fucking your bitch in a sailboat, sex sails |
I show you a team of fly niggas, Red Tails |
Say hi, hi to the bad guy |
Niggas die kids cry when I pass by |
Wave goodbye, say goodnight to the bad guy |
Hold that gat high, blat blat |
I don’t give a fuck |
Who I trust? |
Me nigga that’s who |
'In None We Trust' unless you got your tattoo |
C.O.B tatted on your back too |
Now you with me, blat blat |
We don’t give a fuck |
Say goodbye to your mama, wave goodbye to your father |
Wait if life is a game then I’ll play it like it was Contra |
First???, I’mma kamikaze bomber |
I lift a ratchet, call that your Dalai Lama |
If you are what you eat, then I should you call guys dick |
I eat mics, I eat victims, nigga call me Mike Vick |
Yea the whole shoes is laced, but we all just might trip |
I stay fly while I’m tripping, like I caught a flight switch |
It’s Mission Impossible, dissin' my viscious apostle |
My niggas will follow you Twits, you wish we unfollow |
But then we demolish you, right now I’m chilling with models |
They fly as a bird, so I know I can get em to swallow |
None of y’all can lyrically whoop me |
I’m sicker than eating period pussy |
I looked at me in the mirror and eerily |
I seen the spirit of Tookie |
I wasn’t a killer either Pac, but my enemies pushed me |
I’m a raw dog, I’m finna gnaw off my leash |
Til I crack and chiseled all my teeth |
Listen up nigga, I’m vicious the minute that this menace draws his heat |
Leave you holy as them cats at the Synagogue who preach |
You don’t wanna brawl or beef, I lift you off your feet |
You a soft actor, shoulda been on Dawson’s Creek |
That’s why I got your tender calling me |
No rent, I stay off up in the walls for free |
I begin to question your sexual preference |
Like Christmas presents, you be off in the closet deep |
I give you no warning before my lead busts |
I’ll blow your dome to the sky, that’s your heads up |
I’m always raw like I don’t wear no rubber |
If you a Land Rov', I’m a Lambo fucker |
Been hungry like I ain’t never ate no supper |
I’m always in the streets, like manhole covers |
Say hi, hi to the bad guy |
Niggas die kids cry when I pass by |
Wave goodbye, say goodnight to the bad guy |
Hold that gat high, blat blat |
I don’t give a fuck |
Who I trust? |
Me nigga that’s who |
'In None We Trust' unless you got your tattoo |
C.O.B tatted on your back too |
Now you with me, blat blat |
We don’t give a fuck |