| Rose gold seats on a fuckin' helicopter
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| Double C, no Chanel, 'cause she bad, bad, bad
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| Ridin' Kawasaki, and I could cop you a new 'Rari
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| Let you ride it, know your route and you’re bad, bad, bad
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| No playin', no Atari, I won’t play with you for nothin'
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| I can eat you like Hibachi 'cause you bad, bad, bad
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| I just took the doors off the 'Ghini, now I’m ridin'
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| And I’m slidin' in her sideways, now she call me her zaddy
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| Rich nigga shit, I bought my thottie a new Patek
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| Got a model, got a thickie, got a BM, got a stallion
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| Got a billion dollar corporation, fuck a Xanny
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| I got millions to go get and a couple bitches to-uh, yeah
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| You my dawg 'til we dead, not a question
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| But I can’t fuck with you like I want 'cause you ratted
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| Got a million dollars in the wall, in the band'
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| And got it stepped-on, got it hard, got it crackin' on her
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| Half a million, I just did a warm up for half a million, uh, uh, mmm
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| I can buy the buildin'
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| I can rent this shit out or save it for the children
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| I can dead this shit out or give it to the villains
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| Somewhere they can hide when they do some killin'
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| All of the rides got grenade ceilings
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| Loaded with a ride, cost a cool million
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| Rose gold seats on a fuckin' helicopter
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| Double C, no Chanel, 'cause she bad, bad, bad
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| Ridin' Kawasaki, and I could cop you a new 'Rari
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| Let you ride it, know your route and you’re bad, bad, bad
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| No playin', no Atari, I won’t play with you for nothin'
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| I can eat you like Hibachi 'cause you bad, bad, bad
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| I just took the doors off the 'Ghini, now I’m ridin'
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| And I’m slidin' in her sideways, now she call me her zaddy
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| Paper tag, peanut butter seats, I’m ridin'
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| I be in the foreign, fuck with slime, we tied in (Slatt)
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| Different color Diors on my feet, I couldn’t decide which
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| Never talked about it, she done made herself my side bitch
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| Trash bag gang, I can put that on Elijah
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| Street chose me, I ain’t never had to sign up
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| Then we hittin' bitches in the group, I make 'em line up
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| Beep, beep, beep, that’s me, nigga, get back
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| Real dopeboy, don’t know how to work a CashApp
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| How many you got? |
| I’ll send it 'lone, bring the cash out
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| I been sippin' lean, 'bout to pee 'til I pass out
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| Went to sleep 'partment, woke up in the paradise
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| Niggas stealin' drip but it don’t matter, they don’t wear it right
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| They don’t even speak but I can see I got 'em terrified
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| Double R truck, come through, shit on everybody
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| Bad, bad, bitch, good head, hit her every night
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| Rose gold seats on a fuckin' helicopter
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| Double C, no Chanel, 'cause she bad, bad, bad
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| Ridin' Kawasaki, and I could cop you a new 'Rari
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| Let you ride it, know your route and you’re bad, bad, bad
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| No playin', no Atari, I won’t play with you for nothin'
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| I can eat you like Hibachi 'cause you bad, bad, bad
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| I just took the doors off the 'Ghini, now I’m ridin'
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| And I’m slidin' in her sideways, now she call me her zaddy
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| Take the four doors off of the Jeep (Bad, bad, bad)
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| I ain’t doin' no swaps with a freak, uh (Bad, bad, bad)
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| We can handle this shit out in the streets, yeah (Bad, bad, bad)
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| I ain’t goin' to a house for a meetin', yeah (Bad, bad, bad)
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| Pull up in a truck, any season
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| Niggas never comin' out, then we leavin'
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| How could nigga take a loss if he leavin'?
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| Quickly take off like I’m LeBron |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bad Bad Bad, artist - Young Thug. Album song So Much Fun, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп