Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bad Boys, artist - Smino. Date of issue: 18.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bad Boys |
| I don’t got her number, I don’t got her number |
| Up and disappeared like a post on Tumblr |
| Up and disappeared like Samantha Mumba |
| Up and disappeared like gas in a Hummer |
| I don’t got her number, I don’t got her number |
| Her tongue got me stuck, call it Dumb and Dumber |
| Never gave no fuck, starin' like a cuck |
| Gang in this bitch like Wolfgang Puck |
| Niggas moving snow like SSX Tricky |
| I don’t fuck with rats, so I don’t watch Disney |
| Steady talking shit, that’s how you come up missin' |
| We the bad boys like Detroit Pistons |
| Brand new Benz, that bitch go pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew |
| Your bitch thinks that I’m so cu-cu-cu-cu-cu-cu-cute |
| Push back on it like a cuticle, cuticle |
| Disappear like what my roof’ll do, roof’ll do |
| Saran, saran, saran, saran, saran, saran, saran, saran |
| Saran, saran, saran, saran, saran, saran, saran, saran |
| Once upon a time it wasn’t long ago |
| I know that you heard these stories all before, ayy |
| We just did a jugg at what you call a show |
| I sleep in a high tower like Steve Harvey show, uh |
| She drop a jaw like we rob Deebo, uh |
| That’s on mamas like I’m a Migo (Mama) |
| I don’t need no rapper plug, no co' (Signer) |
| They was jumpin' off the porch, coyote, roadrunner |
| Back again, Fabo, D4L, ayy, what’s happenin'? |
| Adamant, I die for that shit, Colin Kaepernick |
| Book smart, but at heart she still act like a ratchet jit |
| Rapper shit, knew I had a hit soon as they add a kick, yeah |
| Y’all know I’m me, I’m a star, Jar Jar Binks, uh |
| I’m the best alive, Lil Wayne, Carter III, uh |
| From Chicago though, still tote Carhartt fleece |
| Disappear, long live to the dead, ayy, RIP |
| Brand new Benz, that bitch go pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew |
| Your bitch thinks that I’m so cu-cu-cu-cu-cu-cu-cute |
| Push back on it like a cuticle, cuticle |
| Disappear like what my roof’ll do, roof’ll do |
| Saran, saran, saran, saran, saran, saran, saran, saran |
| Saran, saran, saran, saran, saran, saran, saran, saran |
| Pretty, young, and tender like my chicken, sauce like teriyaki |
| Wake up with a vixen, reindeer, I slay tsunami (Slayer) |
| Bravo to my boy, long live that nigga Johnny (Player) |
| Smelly pack be yelly, yeah, you know I keep it on me |
| 290, I was on it, O’Hare to LAX |
| Shawty kinda polar, bi be the sex |
| And her system feelin' solar, that full moon effect |
| Late night talking, you know bold be the texts |
| Keep it risky, publicly get private kissy |
| Freak on like Missy, she just tryna get Magoo |
| Safety off, raw form when I shoot |
| You can hate me now, Nasir shiny suit |
| Headwrap, big yak with your favorite un |
| Hand-in-hand the pack, since a nigga had the flavor buns |
| Big dawg on campus, being major what I majored in |
| Long range on the sixteen, call me Peja then |
| Brand new Benz, that bitch go pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew |
| Your bitch thinks that I’m so cu-cu-cu-cu-cu-cu-cute |
| Push back on it like a cuticle, cuticle |
| Disappear like what my roof’ll do, roof’ll do |
| Saran, saran, saran, saran, saran, saran, saran, saran |
| Saran, saran, saran, saran, saran, saran, saran, saran |