a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

lusyd – bad كلمات اغاني

[verse 1: lusyd]
fa’sho, fa’sho, fa’sho
fa’sho, fa’sho, fa’sho
grrr
fa’sho, fa’sho, fresh out
fresh out, fresh out
fresh out the bed
i had the peaceful option
i chose violence instead
oh sh_t, that’s the og hittin’
finna hit a puff, like the og diddy
take that, take that, i got more of these, n_gga
walk around with a cutter, finna mow these n_ggas
i’m on some bat sh_t
i’m on that blatt sh_t
i’m on some black sh_t
i’m on some activitis
smack a n_gga like i’m massa, if he talking back, bih
back! back!
back! back!
anyone can eat this back hand!
back back, i got a mac in my bag!
they stole off your back and you paid for it back!
you said you was bad, but what happened to that?
i’m ’boutta hop back in my bag
i’m ’boutta hop off of the brink
when i talk, man, it sound like a tank
’cause b_tch, what i want, i’ma take
wait, holla back when i’m back from the bank
[interlude: mał _ lusyd]
hold on, i’m_i’m hungry
alright, take this (take that?)
alright bet

[verse 2: mał]
d_mn
i thought it was drank
i keep a shooter present
but i don’t need it
like it was drake
i keep some b_tches present
i don’t be giving presents
i keep the molly, the stick, the drink
but i can’t help these peasants
i’m going fast in the whip
i’m going fast in the lamb’
i’m going fast, but not as yo’ b_tch
she giving up top, she suckin’ on d_ck
no, i don’t ball, but i do not miss
i shot the n_gga, but i missed the charge
i dropped the roxi’ all the whip
i feel like future, bought a bad b_tch
bought a bad b_tch, but i don’t pay for the sh_t
she suckin’ and f_ckin’ all on my crew
all on my crew, d_mn, that’s your boo?
i’m in the stu, pass me the boof
pass me the stick and i’ll shoot off the roof
pass me the bad b_tch, i’d pass her to you
pass me the cup, b_tch, you can’t get that back
i am the king of the hill, b_tch, i’m slatt
he wanted problems, my choppa go blatt
my name is mał, i be so bad
i hit the bih, with the gl!ck in the back
i hit the b_tch from the cl_t from the back
i’m in her guts, mac and cheese how it sound
i aim the stick from the clip, b_tch, you’re found
i put a stick in the ground, like a founder
i love money, so she want me around her
caught her putting ten bands right in her purse
told the b_tch “after that, you gotta go”
“drop to your knees or hit the door”
“just keep the bread” i said “you need it more”
double cup ice, pour me up four
[verse 3: lusyd]
who want action? i’m back
“how you been?”
i been good, now i’m back on my bad sh_t
lights, camera, ass
beat from the back in 4k with the flash
flat sh_t, fashion
b_tch, i been bad like a mattress
they don’t want smoke, like a match to a black
me and mał in your home and we matchin’ in black
all up in yo’ kitchen and takin’ the snacks
all up in yo’ hoe and she makin’ it clap

[hook 1: lusyd]
bought me a bag
i’m ’boutta hop back in my bag
i’m ’boutta hop back in my bag
hop back in my bag
i’m ’boutta hop back in my bag
i’m ’boutta hop back in my bag
hop back in my bag
i’m ’boutta hop back in my bag
i’m ’boutta hop back in my bag
hop back in my bag
i’m ’boutta hop back in my bag
i’m ’boutta hop back in my bag
i’m ’boutta hop back in my bag
i’m ’boutta hop back in my bag
i’m ’boutta hop back for my_what?
[verse 4: sol lace]
uh
hittin’ yo’ b_tch without a break, b_tch
i gotta muhf_ckin’ break, b_tch
you can’t even muhf_ckin’ break bread b_tch
i’m ’bout to pull out the kel_tec, i’m lettin’ it hit
it go tt_tt_tt_tt_tt_tt
lettin’ it rip like
(pfft, pfft, pfft)
lettin’ it rip
lil’ n_gga, yeah, you is a b_tch
got yo’ b_tch on my d_ck doin’ tricks
she really a fiend, she is sick
gettin’ greedy with k!lls
i might go send up my clip
i’m ‘finna set up my mags
i’m ’boutta go in my bag
i’m ’boutta go out real bad
these n_ggas goin’ out sad
these n_ggas really a b_tch
these n_ggas really is hoes
i’m about to leave you in a ditch
i’ma bury you where grass dont grow
then i smash your bad lil hoe
f_ckin’ her in my backseat
i teach her about the birds and the bees
i like foreigns, over the seas
pullin’ up, gave the valet my key
and hoe, stop talkin’ to me
you know i’m the top g
they callin’ lace papi
fytb the regime
emptyin’ out of my beam
emptyin’ all the clips
messin’ with me you get hit
tongue is the sword, callin’ up fitz
i am the lord and you is a b_tch
you drive an accord, you is not sh_t b_tch
or lit, b_tch
i’m lit b_tch, my aura
i’m lit b_tch
i’m lit b_tch, my aura
she gettin’ wet, just by my aura
sh_t gettin’ wet, i make her sore
nothin’ but slat
nothin’ but wack
nothin’ but flak
you n_ggas be emptyin’ out all the caps
i got a mini_gun, sprayin’ out facts
aim at your guts
you talkin’ too much?
choppa, it hush
shh, b_tch
i don’t even gotta write on sh_t
yeah, your hoe still gon’ ride on this d_ck
on god
this sh_t lit

[verse 5: lusyd]
i’m back, i’m back
i’m back, i’m bad
that’s how we doin’ ’em back
the teachers they said i was bad
’cause i was talking back
mike jack how i’m walking backwards (shamone!)
told my hoe “my phone got tapped”
i’m like “you off a bean, why you stalking my jack?”
if you suck from the front, i can blow from the back
i get it wet like a tap
water
she wonder how i do that
slaughter
i should just keep going
i should just let_do this the whole rest of the song
and it’s still gonna slap
grrr!
my sh_t gonna hit like a hook
i get it right with a hook
i should just go write a book
about how i’m bad and not good
’bout how i got back in my book bag

[hook 2: lusyd]
bought me a bag
i’m ’boutta hop back in my bag
i’m ’boutta hop back in my bag
hop back in my bag
i’m ’boutta hop back in my bag
i’m ’boutta hop back in my bag
hop back in my bag
i’m ’boutta hop back in my uh
i’m ’boutta hop back in my bag
hop back in my uh
i’m ’boutta hop back in my bag
i’m ’boutta hop back in my bag
i’m ’boutta__

[outro: lusyd]
keep rockin’
or kick rocks
hold on

- lusyd

كلمات أغنية عشوائية

اهم الاغاني لهذا الاسبوع