Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Baddest Thing, artist - YoungBoy Never Broke Again.
Date of issue: 04.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Baddest Thing |
You the baddest thing I seen in a while, ooh my shawty, oh, oh |
Getting high, toting that iron every time that we riding, and you know, you know |
You the baddest thing I seen in a while, ooh my shawty, oh, she oh, oh |
And she mine |
I swear to buy her anything to ease her mind |
In the dead end posted with that gang toting on that iron |
And I’m bound to leave any nigga dead if they ain’t mine |
And I jumped off the porch like |
I do the repeat |
I say murder, Blood it go big b’s |
Hit the block and blow the curb up |
Youngboy MJ, I got on six rings |
Six head shots for the coroner, tell 'em that we ain’t use no beams |
Tell them fuck niggas they don’t know me |
I know for a fact she don’t know her nigga but she know me |
And she on me steady asking like, «Can you take me home?» |
Tell somebody anything I want, yeah |
H-O-L-D, hold on me |
D-I-E, I been needing some peace, uh |
Drink on lean 'til I can barely breathe |
Bae, your head ain’t working, nah, I need five to sleep |
Louis V bag fuck nigga tryna trust me sixty G’s |
Twenty five for the duffle bag, nigga still counting bands, baby, |
don’t count on me |
Maybach ain’t come with curtains, without tint niggas still ain’t seeing me |
Real gas bags, that’s all I chief |
Two steps back, get off of me |
I been it, yeah, all cheese |
I paid cash for a factory |
Hitmen, they be after me |
12 tryna capture me |
Bitches planning on trapping me |
Fake rappers planning on blasting me |
For bro, you get a |
Get blicked up you try hacking me, yeah |
H-O-L-D, hold on me |
D-I-E, I been needing some peace, uh |
Drink on lean 'til I can barely breathe |
Bae, your head ain’t working, nah, I need five to sleep |
Louis V bag fuck nigga tryna trust me sixty G’s |
You the baddest thing I seen in a while, ooh my shawty, oh, oh |
Getting high, toting that iron every time that we riding, and you know, you know |
You the baddest thing I seen in a while, ooh my shawty, oh, she oh, oh |
I do the repeat |
I say murder, Blood it go big b’s |
Hit the block and blow the curb up |
Youngboy MJ, I got on six rings |
Six head shots for the coroner, tell 'em that we ain’t use no beams |
(EarDrummers) |
(Mike WiLL Made-It) |
(That money go for Myles) |