Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bad Boy Watcha Gon' Do? Dre Day, artist - Puff Daddy.
Date of issue: 21.07.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bad Boy Watcha Gon' Do? Dre Day |
Bad Boy, Bad Boy, whatcha gon' do? |
I’m proud of myself, you know what I’m sayin' |
(Watcha gon' do when they come for you?) |
Ain’t nothin' wrong, yeah I’m fucking proud of myself |
(You'll see) |
That’s the way I sound, the way I sound |
(You'll see) |
And the way I walk, the way I walk and talk |
I tell 'em watch close, nigga jot notes |
If you use my approach, you could dock boats |
Yeah, you could get exposed to all that |
Girl, you know I’m hard to get a hold or contact |
Probably overseas with business owners and all that |
Fly to Minnesota with dinner over a contract |
See, lame niggas gonna do lame shit |
How you flexing when your crew ain’t shit |
Nigga, you ain’t shit |
Try to trick on something you ain’t hit |
Try to do me but the shoe ain’t fit, and your jewels ain’t lit |
So tell them niggas I said break bread off |
You know, spray lead off, take heads off |
Break law, pay feds off |
You ain’t never meet poppy |
You got the kittens fed up with your fake set up |
I keep niggas on rooftops to watch you |
I move by smooth, even keep the new spots supplied too |
I slide through back of the Maybach |
But i do something 5'2 with a fly do, how you? |
I don’t know you yet but I’m trying to |
I leave your mind blew if you don’t mind trying to climb through |
New portals on time yeah I think it’s time to |
Never slip up, one of the homies get picked up |
Sell all the whips and switch the cribs up |
Get my dick sucked by mermaids |
Black shades Hermès |
The whole last winter I went through a fur phase |
Yeah, that summer 32 |
Effortless |
Bad Boy shit |
And we won’t stop, 'cause we can’t stop |
B.I.G., Brooklyn, yeah |
(Bad Boy, Bad Boy, whatcha gon' do?) Puff Daddy, New York, yeah |
(Watcha gon' do when they come for you?) Bad Boy, yeah |
(You'll see) Unstoppable |
(You'll see) Unstoppable |
Big blunts and grass, Maybach on a dash |
40 carat gold Cartier on a class |
Mink coats with shooters in of the Land Cruiser |
My maneuvers sparking these lil' rumors |
Duffle bags, Percocets, the Rugers |
Still the smoothest at roughing up all the jewelers |
Danny Glover, up the pistol, pussies undercover |
Propositions and proposals, bring 'em on the double |
Raising the K’s in the days and |
Jaylen that brain is amazing |
Top tier, egotistical when he arrogant |
Skyscraper, kilo up in the cabinet |
For bad bitches who snort lines the fourth time |
Cîroc white, blue dot, you should pour mine |
East Coast fat boy, he be so braggadocios |
Air forces, mansions, and I’m on the ocean |
Benefits, free my niggas, I’m talking fish and grits |
Immigrants came a long way up out the tenements |
Gunshots hereditary, get your daddy buried |
With my march, got out of prison February |
Cold game, ménage à trois and my gold chain |
Bad Boy, Buggatis in all four lanes |
(Click, click) |
The script flip when the spliff lit |
(Click, click) |
Double M cruise ship with a thick bitch |
Niggas talkin' it but ain’t livin' it |
Crystal pops I’m sippin' it, mob hats and lizard shit |
'Gator trunks bitch, rollin' blunts with the williest of the willy |
Heckler Koch, M-1's and nine millies |
Stories like a motherfucker |
Model bitches wondering if I’m a fuck with her |
She know, I treat my bitches like Ivana |
Dolce &Gabbana drippin' |
Big poppa never slippin' |
H-class diamonds shinin' |
Dinner with the wifey winin', dinin' |
Smoking cigars in Bogota |
With Colombian niggas named Panama |
Englique and shit |
Games we play life endin' |
Bitches bending over with ease |
For a pair of Moschino jeans |
And Donna Karan tank tops I got your bank stopped |
Singles on top, Benjamins under the rest of them |
Advancin' from duplex to mansion |
Stashing keys, hidin' G’s overseas |
VCR’s in my V’s |
Game elevates, money I make |
Into stocks and real estates, bitch |
Jet skiing in the Caribbean, white sands |
Discussing plans with my man |
Dark blue land, smoke tint chrome rims and system |
That leaves my rear views tremblin' |
What you gonna do when poppa catch an attitude |
Drop to your knees and show gratitude |
Kiss my rings it’s a Frank White thing I stay potent |
Bitches devoted, take my dick and deep throat it |
You’ll see |
You’ll see |