Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bad Man, artist - Kelvyn Colt. Album song Lh914, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 16.11.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: TBHG
Song language: English
Bad Man |
| The man wanna capitalise on my voice and my bars |
| While I’m up at the yard |
| Doing late night hours with a couple of pals |
| Like celibates we ain’t fucking with y’all |
| What you wanna celebrate if you ain’t raising the bar |
| Ten or eight rounds ahead chasing the art |
| No bed time less, it’s head time or sex |
| I got needs, please do consider |
| Flow on beats, these tunes get lit up |
| Hope it all work out unlike sit-ups |
| Please do not worry 'bout where Colt live at |
| Semi-automatic |
| How I’m busting out the attic |
| Made it out the fucking garage |
| Bigger than I planned it |
| Colt got no Luck but work ethic |
| Netflix chill invites, I f' em |
| In her scope, no deals by Geffen |
| I write till my flow drills, 6−7 |
| Mills out their pocket (sheesh!) |
| Hit stage, it’s a mosh pit (sheesh!) |
| Only go sleep if the grocery |
| Smell made me noxious |
| Smell fuckeries men and women do |
| Only keys and numbers can speak the truth |
| Bad man ting but the man don’t know |
| Want that gyal and I want bare dough |
| Phone might ring, they write to Colt |
| Bad man busy, bad man on road |
| With me 10 G’s from road |
| Legal dough still look like road |
| Just to piss off staff when we do our shows |
| Where girls, hipsters, gangsters come close |
| They all want to be in paradise |
| Wins hardly come through pair of dice |
| Many try to leach, parasites |
| Gotta cut 'em raw like a bag of white |
| When you do spot em' |
| Half my niggas shotting |
| I just stayed focus |
| 'Cause I don’t want bars |
| Got too many bars |
| Cool like my hotel room mini bar |
| That’s not very, getting heated up |
| Mama worried I don’t eat enough |
| Gotta grind hard, my team feeding of |
| That all too 0−3-0 to Timbuktu |
| Back to zone 3, they all groove |
| UMG never wanted me |
| But Universal be my tunes |
| Kind of omnipresent |
| I don’t want your presence |
| Neither do I want your presents |
| Beware of people who invite you |
| To claim they fed ya |
| Bad man ting but the man don’t know |
| Want that gyal and I want bare dough |
| Phone might ring, they write to Colt |
| Bad man busy, bad man on road |