Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bad Guy, artist - Slaine. Album song The Boston Project, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.04.2013
Record label: Suburban Noize
Song language: English
Bad Guy |
Chinky eyed, Irish alcohol like I’m an asshole |
Someone’s gotta be the bad guy in black clothes |
Someone’s gotta be the bad guy in black clothes |
Chinky eyed, Irish alcohol, I’m an asshole |
Taken off the street right from the basement to the castle |
From the rap flow I was stuck but now I’m wasted international |
I’m all about the cash flow, you can look at how I get it |
Poppin' pain killers like a crooked paramedic |
I’m a crook, yeah I’m pathetic, I keep pushing till I get it |
Got the pedal to the metal I ain’t looking where I’m headed |
Cops pull me over wanna search inside my SUV |
They got their dick hard from the bitch who’s sitting next to me |
Listen pig I buy and sell you tell you just so let me be |
You can lock me up I got a lawyer who can set me free |
Real funny, stupid fucks, cock suckers wanna steal from me |
I made a fire, never played guitars |
Spit my rhymes and made my bail money |
Speak the truth don’t tell no lies, I never talk wit' a black tongue |
I’m no model but I’m coldhearted, I’m so smart that I act dumb |
Chinky eyed, Irish alcohol like I’m an asshole |
Someone’s gotta be the bad guy in black clothes |
Chinky eyed, Irish alcohol like I’m an asshole |
Someone’s gotta be the bad guy in black clothes |
Bad Guy… Look… |
Thirty Perc 30's, on alert early |
Riding filthy, so filthy I get dirt dirty |
Get the burr birdy, flip the bird sturdy |
Had these fuckin rappers, yeah you nerds heard me |
Tear the lines and vandalize in your habitat |
Cruise around crown royal in his Cadillac |
Black boots, black brim with the mass to match |
Hallucinations of Satan, bitch this is acid rap |
I’m so gone, yeah I’m fucking faded |
Eye ball the ounce, I should’ve fuckin' weighed it |
Put some cheese on your head get you fuckin' grated |
Make a flick with your bitch (X rated) |
Look it in my sipping cup, yeah its me with that blicky tux |
Don’t miss me with that sissy stuff |
Tipsy getting pissy put that milli right in milly gut |
I came up doing risky stuff, I risk my life for 50 bucks |
Perc’d up drinking out the bottle I’m an asshole |
Someone’s gotta be the bad guy in black clothes |
Perc’d up drinking out the bottle I’m an asshole |
Someone’s gotta be the bad guy in black clothes |
I’m the bad guy, the black guy with the black gun |
When I black out with the mac out |
Somebody assed out like a fat bitch in the G string |
It’s a G thing like the Dr |
And the dough, father freed my dogs on |
Gun powder call Peter up I don’t give a fuck sic 'em on his ass |
Then I laugh it up as I feed 'em all to my pups for lunch |
Sick as fuck, I’m deranged, twisted brain, insane in the membrane |
I’m a fly dreams on the ship maine |
Smokin' Blue Dream with a Crip maine |
Sippin' Red Rose with the pirule |
You’re free man, with the Logan, like Gmail |
Well I fuck the bitch if I’m stiff like a mannequin |
It went lubed balls, and went Andy Dick |
I can’t stand the bitch, smokin' cannabis from Los Angeles |
Let’s blaze up that’s fatter than that ass of my Atlanta bitch |
Get abandon ship, this life ship going down with it |
I’m the Captain, bitch immaculate with this rapper shit |
Turn about this back wits |
How you wack bitch |
Baptize the jaw like a baptist |
You fuckin lame, my least slain |
See the smoke, see the flame |
Twin millies it’s point blank |
Let 'em bang, dick brain |
Chinky eyed, Irish alcohol like I’m an asshole |
Someone’s gotta be the bad guy in black clothes |
Chinky eyed, Irish alcohol like I’m an asshole |
Someone’s gotta be the bad guy in black clothes |