Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bad After We, artist - Shy Fx. Album song Raggamuffin SoundTape, in the genre Драм-н-бэйсDate of issue: 14.03.2019
Record label: Cult.ure
Song language: English
Bad After We |
| Yeah |
| One two, one two, one two |
| (Come on, come on, come on) |
| (Come on, like this way) |
| (Come on, come on, come on) |
| Came from the mud and the trenches |
| Runnin' and hoppin' the fences |
| Packing the pen like a weapon |
| Fresh out the pen like a sentence |
| Hush all the noise and the tensions |
| Glad that I got your attention |
| Cut out the brother you’re friends with |
| They only come holler for guest lists |
| Please see the exit (Bye) |
| I done lost too many brothers this year |
| To worry about new invitations |
| Still think about you like Neo |
| How’d I get stuck in the matrix? |
| Countin' the one and the zeros |
| Sorry but this ain’t the movies |
| You do not end up the hero |
| Your face do not make the papers |
| Maybe a couple a shirts |
| Flowers on top of your hearse |
| Questioning, what was it worth? |
| Hop in the van and we skrrt |
| Hope police get to you first, yeah |
| We do not need to converse, yeah |
| Save the forgiveness for church |
| Well, if them boy bad, not bad after we (Brrr, brrr, brrr, brr) |
| Nah, can’t lay a hand on none of my G’s |
| Well, if them boy bad, not bad after we (Brrr, brrr, brrr, brr) |
| Them man not gang, no, not on my team |
| Well, if them boy bad, not bad after we (Brrr, brrr, brrr, brr) |
| Nah, can’t lay a hand on none of my G’s |
| Well, if them boy bad, not bad after we (Brrr, brrr, brrr, brr) |
| Them man not gang, no, not on my team |
| Came from the bottom of the swamp (Bouh kai) |
| Never forgotten where I’m from (Bouh kai) |
| Robbin' what I want |
| Am I wrong? |
| Am I wrong? |
| Am I wrong? |
| Malcolm X by any means |
| You coulda found me dead by 23 |
| You hear the sound of skengs, you better leave |
| Where you gone? |
| Where you gone? |
| Where you gone? |
| Woo-ha |
| D-D-D, shooter |
| Brrr, Luger |
| Head tumor |
| .45 sittin' in the waist |
| Man’ll send a missile in the place (Boom) |
| Lick him in his face (Bah!) |
| I got off for killin' with the bass |
| (Kill him with the bass, kill him with the bass) |
| Fell that in your chest, Timberland |
| Still caps in your 'ead, diss the man |
| Real family and friends on Instagram |
| And it began |
| Well, if them boy bad, not bad after we (Brrr, brrr, brrr, brr) |
| Nah, can’t lay a hand on none of my G’s |
| Well, if them boy bad, not bad after we (Brrr, brrr, brrr, brr) |
| Them man not gang, no, not on my team |
| Well, if them boy bad, not bad after we (Brrr, brrr, brrr, brr) |
| Nah, can’t lay a hand on none of my G’s |
| Well, if them boy bad, not bad after we (Brrr, brrr, brrr, brr) |
| Them man not gang, no, not on my team |