- Young Thug bad boy 歌詞
- Juice WRLD Young Thug
- Yeah
Will Smith and Martin Lawrence, Im a bad boy
(Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?)
Ayy
Will Smith and Martin Lawrence, Im a bad boy
Went and got off my a!s, and got to the cash
And got in my bag, boy
Please dont think its sweet, I stay with the heat
Even though Im a sad boy
You better watch the way you breathe around me
Fore that breath be your last, boy (Lets go, yee)
Ive been drinking Red Razz boy (Red, yeah)
Ive been trappin all these birds, McCoy ( McCoy, brr, brr, brr, brr)
Newborn baby, my Richard Mille in nine months, ooh
Overseas, hundred scheme, b!tch, croissants (Yeah)
Wrecked the GT-R (Skrrt ), I love to crash cars
Im a bad boy so I got a bad broad
Futuristic rides imported from Mars (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Smith & Wesson .45, put a hole in his heart
Better not play with me, killers they stay with me
Your bae, she lay with me
She fell in love with my ice, yeah, that hockey rink
When they come to kick it, Im not on a soccer team
You are all makin this part of my prophecy
Raf Simons match my Prada jeans
Ima do the dash, get to the bag, aint no one as bad as me
Will Smith and Martin Lawrence, Im a bad boy
Went and got off my a!s, and got to the cash
And got in my bag, boy
Please dont think its sweet, I stay with the heat
Even though Im a sad boy
You better watch the way you breathe around me
Fore that breath be your last, boy, uh (Lets go, yee)
Ive been drinking Red Razz boy (Red, yeah)
Ive been trappin all these birds, McCoy (McCoy, brr, brr, brr, brr)
Newborn baby, my Richard Mille in nine months , ooh
Overseas, hundred scheme, b!tch, croissants (Yeah)
Sticky, sticky, ricky, I smoke Skittles, not no sticky (Sticky)
I shot at his mommy, now he no longer mention me (Thot, thot)
You say you want smoke, and Ive been comin down the chimney (Whoa)
You got barbecue, you b!tches, Im so fried and they crispy (Ooh)
I had on Margielas when I shot out the cut (Murk)
Act like you want war and they gon smoke you like a blunt (Smoke you like a blunt)
Im just keeping it real with ya, Im just bein blunt (Im just being blunt)
Porsche Carrera got the pipes out the back like a skunk, yeah (Skrrt)
Skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt
Thats just the sound of the Benz (Skrrt), I keep it, the Vette (Skrrt)
I keep me a text (Skrrt), I delete your message (Skrrt)
I bust on her chest (Skrrt), I made a mess (Skrrt)
I hope for the best (Skrrt), go like a chaser (Skrrt)
I be the best (Skrrt), I got the neck (Skrrt)
I can turn a check (Skrrt), look like Project X (Skrrt, skrrt)
Will Smith and Martin Lawrence, Im a bad boy
Went and got off my a!s, and got to the cash
And got in my bag, boy
Please dont think its sweet, I stay with the heat
Even though Im a sad boy
You better watch the way you breathe around me
Fore that breath be your last, boy, uh (Lets go, yee)
Ive been drinking Red Razz boy (Red, yeah)
Ive been trappin all these birds, McCoy (McCoy, brr, brr, brr, brr)
Newborn baby, my Richard Mille in nine months, ooh
Overseas, hundred scheme, b!tch, croissants (Yeah)
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